Alison Luterman s eye is on women, on children, in the streets and in the woods. Or at home alone in front of a desk. Her arms envelop love in whatever form it shows up: a cup of coffee from her husband, or the curve of a pregnant woman s belly as she walks around the lake in flip-flops. Luterman s poems are concerned with this and more. She is not abstract she can t stop telling stories. She doesn t know how to refrain from making meaning out of scraps of beauty that she s found. For Luterman, poetry is both a privilege and a job."""