“I mean, duh, of course.
Lisa’s poems always have this connection to nature and living things, this way of making those things we all share into something personal. Or maybe the natural stuff is somehow revealing of something personal about her. Whether it’s dogs or horses or something seen on the plains, it’s something familiar and also something new. She just has this way of making it hers, but not taming the natural stuff. Brushing her hand along it long enough that you see it differently, just for a second, before it reverts back to what it was before.
You should probably just read these poems and see for yourself instead of reading this totally inadequate description where I sit here and type like an open-mouthed dope, trying to explain why this is a book you’ve got to read.”