top of page

“From farmstead to oceanside, from desert to forest, from tragic loss of a mother, the bedside of a cherished friend, to delight in a grandchild’s learning to swim, these poems of Laura Rodley’s take us on sensual journeys of the heart. Poems rhyme, repeat in fixed form, fly wildly free; they swim to lake bottoms, escaping; they crash into sea drenched rocks. They cross America to celebrate a grown child; they care for horses, dogs; befriend owls, herons, box turtles; they suffer and mourn illness and death. What they never do is keep silent, never turn away from what is hard. They sing of a life lived in the depths and shadows, through body and spirit, and in the sea-filtered light of the sun.”

~ Patricia Lee Lewis, High Lonesome and A Kind of Yellow 

Turn Left at Normal

Quantity
bottom of page