“With these poems Katrinka Moore is prospector, each poem starting as a shovel of good earth. Thrown into a tray, washed and screened for gold the mesh varies. Bigger to smaller shakes the net on which the poems catch. Nature as dependent nirvana phenomena. They are observational poems. They follow an “inside narrative”, with one perception immediately following the next.
Nuggets of gold and of dross wet from her work, seen, presented. Poems of Right Attentiveness. Poems on a shifting journey, a metaphor where parataxis Mind-objects resonate. The Wayfarers drawn to different places. We entered the stream above the crossing. The words of Moore’s instruction make each poem in this volume a recipe for how the universe works. We find in her poems the discretion of her text the perception nature of self, how the senses happen.
She is a fresh, summergreen writer of ecological cautionary tales and the tense energies as found in local woodlots. Interesting concepts and depth of language spark like the fireflies (what else).” Alan Casline, ROOTDRINKER

“In these fleet-footed poems, an amazed speaker moves through an elemental world. She observes ‘rind dark knots/of water’ or the ‘yellow wings too light to touch down.’ Common phenomena seen with such visionary clarity become full of wonder.
Moore’s women move on, sometimes with children, after a cataclysmic fire or war. They use ‘paths I knew from my youth;’ through heat ‘Fettered//by stillness;’ or to a ‘given-up-on farm’ that had been home. Ongoing paths and journeys run through the book.
These beautifully articulated poems celebrate continuity on a haunted earth.” Susan Sindall, author of What’s Left (Glass Lyre Press, Winter 2017)