Late in the day, when the light falls across the hills that fold down to a river valley, you can see each layer of the landscape outlined all the way out to the horizon. The poems in this book are stories of the play of light and shadow across such a landscape, seen in retrospect, as though from a higher elevation. Like my grandmother, I have kept these stories close to me for decades, have puzzled and wrestled and prayed my way through the living of them, and sometimes have written them down.
"Laura Mazza-Dixon's Forged by Joyis a test of light against time, from...
Late in the day, when the light falls across the hills that fold down to a river valley, you can see each layer of the landscape outlined all the w...
