“What a splendid first book! Jeanne Murray Walker’s poems ring true and wild as currents of wind inside a storm cloud. They never fail in their allegiance to the life of complex feelings inside her and inside us.”
—Richard Hugo
“Walker does not employ comfortably plain speech but something trickier, something more nearly the music of verse, though it has a certain tartness that keeps you off balance, harpsichord rather than piano. This book has the compulsiveness of fiction which makes us want to turn the page, for which we submit ourselves to the rise and fall of the largest emotional rhythms.”
—Dave Smith, The American Poetry Review