SIFTING THROUGH STONES
Even as our truck rushes through this valley
chorus frogs fill the night with eggs
in every ditch and pond. Nothing
can hold them back.
These poems lead us outward–from earth, soil and garden, toward involvement with motherhood and teaching, memory and healing, the living and the dead–with a gentle, rhythmic voice that binds the whole. Whether killing a rooster, mourning a friend’s death, or answering a five-year-old’s question, Henshaw finds poetry the key to the subsoil of dreams and life’s river of stones.
Cover art from a photograph by Sue Hylen
Handmade / Handsewn $15.00
Signed. 250 copies