The poet’s eye never misses the incongruity of things that cuts to the bone, “an obsidian scalpel of love” that keeps racing with her in the space between life and death, adoration and hatred. It may be that “balance is axiomatic,” but always it is imperiled, a saving grace necessary, and the eye nervously glancing between heaven and earth.
“Pamela Uschuk is a political poet, defiant in the face of injustice, as well as a poet of Eros. She’s nobody’s fool. She resurrects in her poems the brutalized, the murdered, the lost of the world—those who have no voice of their own. She pulls them close. And when she turns to the world’s gliding wonders, she does so with a precise eye and everything she sees is absorbed by her uniquely compassionate voice.” — Dennis Sampson, author of Constant Longing and Needlegrass
Pamela Uschuk holds a M.F.A. in Poetry and Fiction from the University of Montana. Author of several chapbooks of poems, including the award-winning Without Birds, Without Flowers, Without Trees, her work has appeared in over two-hundred journals and anthologies worldwide. She has released three books of poetry, Finding Peaches in the Desert, One-Legged Dancer,and Scattered Risks. Her literary prizes include the 2001 Tucson/Pima Writing Award and the 2000 Struga International Poetry Prize, as well as awards from the National League of American PEN Women, Chester H. Jones Foundation, Iris, Ascent, The Wildwood Journal, Sandhills Review, Harbinger, and Amnesty International.
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Table of Contents
Through the Dark, A Brilliance
The Horseman of the Crass and Vulnerable Word
With Its Toll of Char
Meditations Beside Kootenai Creek
Planting Tigritas After Snow in April
A Dream, My Child
Peeling the Kitchen
Career Move
Geometry Lesson
Smooth Razor
Bell Note
The Egyptian Rooms
Laundry List on the Back of a Maple Leaf
On Any Desert Sunday Morning
Saving the Cormorant on Albemarle Sound
Love Note on a Monday Morning in North Carolina
Another Wife Sees Her Love Off to War
We Thought No One Could See Us
Blossoming in Lilith’s Garden
Fighting the Cold
Wildflowers
Ramming the Portuguese Man–O–War
On Our 14th Wedding Anniversary
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