Carol Aronoff's poetry and photography are rare gifts. She writes with striking sensual clarity and a sensitivity to the natural world that reminds one of Mary Oliver and Emily Dickinson–Robert McDowell
The rythms and patterns of nature's own music fill this book. Carol Aronoff knows that good poems do not flinch at paradox and deep mystery, but embody them, and hers do. Her poems invite the daily ritual of reading poems as 'offerings to energy and order,' to hear the innate and subtle music that is our sensory earth–Laurie Kutchins
Excerpt
Holy Work
Some mornings
you just know
you have to let the day go soft.
No pushing anywhere--
low speed, low gear,
cruising with peripheral vision--
everything in soft focus,
no highlights to grab onto
or edges to catch.
Plans fly out the window
like ripe dishrags
whose edges have started to go stiff.
Slow
simple
small steps
to nowhere in particular
meet the day on its own terms,
without expectations,
freeing one to wash the dishes
as if it were holy work.
