Review Skipping along on this tour of city living, country living, memory, eros, parenting, death and crustaceans, you'll soon slip inside Maggie Bloomfield's singular imagination, where the detritus of contemporary life, joyfully evoked, trips you up: "My collection of small pitchers," she writes, "does nothing to postpone my death." These poems brim with sharply observed stuff sliding seamlessly into metaphors, like eyelashes "that turned chemistry class / into chemistry class." Read this collection with fly-on-the-wall pleasure, that you, too, may be "stuck to reflection's sticky spot."--Julie Sheehan, Director, BFA in Creative Writing, Stony Brook University Maggie Bloomfield's image-driven, precisely rendered poems plumb and distill decades of observation, memory, and dreams, testifying to the capacious agility of the human psyche. These poems teem with the intimate courage of self-reflection, offering a generous rather than indulgent view of an individual's place in a flawed and wondrous world. Taking in the "strangely altered" New York skyline, for example, the question arises, "Has anything ever looked so precarious / other than my life / this morning?" Reading these poems will infuse the way you see your world and your self with urgently reverberating meaning.--LB Thompson, Poet, Professor The New School MFA program NYC & Suffolk County Community College It is evident that these poems are the harvest of many years of observant and perceptive living. This book is overflowing with poems that are sonically rich, playful at times, and raw with truth. Bloomfield's poems open doors in the mind that help us come closer to who we truly are, and to our common heritage as fellow travelers. These skillfully written poems give the soul a place to rest its head, and to feel less alone. --Gladys L. Henderson, Poet Laureate Suffolk County, 2017-2019, Walt Whitman Birthplace Poet of the Year 2010