Here we find decay and space, shadow and absence, yet also the assurance that it is, 'Not long till the sap stirred, ... a surge of growth ripping through the wintery cemetery.' Meditative, but accessible, this accomplished sequence of prose poetry offers the garden as a locus of art, rhythm, healing, vision and remembrance, moving between light and shadow, but always with the promise of 'the scent of azaleas gusting in like honey.' In this book-length collection of prose-poems that weave a multitude of voices around the theme of the garden, Rebecca Hubbard gives a sense of someone being picked up by their material and genuinely surprised by what they find themselves writing - a remarkable find, in its parts and as a whole. Philip Gross -- Publisher: Cinnamon Press
