“oh. she heard it too-no waters coursing, canyon empty, sun soundless- and the beast your life nowhere hiding (p. 103)” — Barbara Blatner Copy Share Image
“...gripping the rim of the sink you claw your way to stand and cling there, quaking with will, on heron legs, and still the hot muck pours out of you. (p. 27)” — Barbara Blatner Copy Share Image
“oh. she heard it too-no waters coursing, canyon empty, sun soundless- and the beast your life nowhere hiding (p. 103)” — Barbara Blatner Copy Share Image
“blue-gold sky, fresh cloud, emerald-black mountain, trees on rocky ledges, on the summit, the tiny pin of a telephone tower-all brilliantly clear, in shadow… — Barbara Blatner Copy Share Image
“...gripping the rim of the sink you claw your way to stand and cling there, quaking with will, on heron legs, and still the… — Barbara Blatner Copy Share Image
“once ruffle-skirted vanity table where I primped at thirteen, opening drawers to a private chaos of eyeshadows lavender teal sky-blue, swarms of hair pins… — Barbara Blatner Copy Share Image
