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The poet takes her readers from an inviting front porch to the rugged Maine coastline. We gaze upward with Bachofner at Perkins Cove. "It's the full one, the moon that eyes itself in the sea, swishes its throat in the tide." As we follow her, the imagery remains potent and the language maintains its own ebbs and surges, a true pulse. The poems in this collection touch me in a deep place where my own loves lived and still smolder. - Audrey Frie...

Our words are a clearing, a place for fire, " writes Carol Bachofner, in perhaps her finest book of poems yet. Her words are always affecting, vivid, numinous. Here, too, they are the words of her Native relatives and ancestors. Clearing a space for Abenaki place names, food terms, and exhortations to gather together, Bachofner tends a poetic fire that joins her to such tribal luminaries as Joseph Bruchac, Cheryl Savageau, and Joseph Laurent. ...