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Rooted in the grit of urban Baltimore and the forests of rural Massachusetts, these poems remind us that life’s tensions and polarities are energies we carry within ourselves. These are poems of witness and commentary, conversation and meditation. They offer moments of close looking, and of looking away; of loving, and of bungled attempts to be more loving. They call us to look long and hard— and generously —at our lives. Written with radiant honesty and fierce tenderness, they suggest a path of inner discovery where mystery awaits us in the ordinary.
Jennifer Wallace's complex poems confront tough stuff: the prison vs. palace of selfhood, the cold fact of emptiness, inescapable loss, and true love. At a time when our shattered world seems to have lost the ability to perceive nuance, Wallace writes about the being--the holding--of two things at once so beautifully and accessibly she delivers a philosophical bargain. You read a short piece and you're deeper all day, all life long. Read this one:"This Evening"The evening there is nowhere to rest but inthe wind. A blue wind comes up throughthe floorboards. An orange wind in the gap wherethe windows won't meet the sills. These twowinds are complementary and therefore better thanthe sofa where I can't sit because one side is empty,outweighing my wish for someone there.