Breaking the Glass: Poems

Breaking the Glass Poems Breaking the Glass is a book of fierce heart and strong hands glinting recognitions and hard won perception Its many brief bright shard poems especially cut through surface consciousness bringin

Breaking the Glass is a book of fierce heart and strong hands, glinting recognitions, and hard won perception Its many brief, bright shard poems, especially, cut through surface consciousness, bringing the reader to unexpected and moving comprehension Vulnerable with longing, fully alive, LouAnn Muhm s words ring resonantly true Jane Hirshfield

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Breaking the Glass: Poems

  1. LouAnn Shepard Muhm is a poet and teacher from northern Minnesota Her poems have appeared in Dust Fire, The Talking Stick, North Coast Review, Alba, Red River Review, Eclectica, Poems Niederngasse, and CALYX, and she was a finalist for the Creekwalker Poetry Prize 2007 and the Late Blooms Postcard Series 2007 Muhm was a recipient of the 2006 Minnesota State Arts Board Artist Initiative Grant in Poetry, and has been featured twice in the What Light poetry series on mnartists, sponsored by the McKnight Foundation and the Walker Art Museum She currently serves as Poetry Editor at WomenWriters Her chapbook, Dear Immovable, was published in 2006 by Pudding House Press, and her full length poetry collection Breaking the Glass was published in May, 2008 by Loonfeather Press.

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  1. Jane Hirschfield s blurb calls this a book of fierce heart and strong hands and I concur These spare, almost haiku like poems have deceptively simple surfaces, but the twist of insight shows in their depths Many of the poems deal with relationships with others and with the ineffable The compression of these poems often has a wryness that especially appeals in the metaphysical themes A must read and re read.



  2. Offering I shy away from transcendence Bill BordenWe all do,are all deerin the ditch,white tails arcinggraceful as we fleethe passing numen,leaping awayfrom bright lightsand broad wheels.Or maybe we stay quiet,heads down,grazing,ignoring that flashthat has passed us bybefore.Some will stand frozen,make a wrong step,then, nicked and limping,bleed into the woods.But sometimes there is onewho runs headlongto the road,sacrificing everythingto get behindthat glass.I d also recommend Jim Moore, Jane H [...]


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