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An elegy for the lost souls in the dying plains of Kansas, 1936, who clung to their blighted homesteads like bees to a poisoned hive. "If a poem is a form of dense evocational shorthand, Sally Nemeth's HOLY DAYS is a stage poem. It is uncommonly affecting - an elegy for the lost souls in the dying plains of Kansas, 1936, who clung to their blighted homesteads like bees to the poisoned hive. Not as a matter of choice, but of inevitability. This is The Grapes of Wrath in reverse. There is not much plot. What there is, is simple and stirring ... It is not the action that counts, but the chiseled...

The mysterious causes and devastating effects of a steel mill explosion are seen through the eyes of a defiant young widow. "It's a straightforward enough story, but Nemeth tells it in a way that stunningly recapitulates the crazy-quilt patterns of memory. Creating a collage of time, sensation, inner thought and overt action, she twists the past and the present so that the intensity of pleasure, pain and loss becomes truly excruciating. And in the process, she reminds us of how ephemeral life is, and how crucially important each minute should be, though, of course, never can be." -Hedy Weiss,...