EASTERN MOUNTAIN TIME
What endures the encroachments of time, history nature and mortality? Peseroff speculates with a clear-headed, wry look at the world’s catalogues and almanacs of largesse—lilies, Jerry Garcia, men in fog, animal joy—as well as its sorrow. In startling original poems full of leaps and digressions that reveal the mind in action, readers will encounter life through a person made raw by observation, a mind processing loss and mortality in a petal, a poet alert to how syntax and language can reconfigure the experience of grief.
“Mushrooms are imagined as flying saucers that have landed after a space-storm, a fallen leaf moved by wind is thought to be a wounded mouse, and certain lilacs are deemed “famously sad.” The imaginative leaps taken in Peseroff’s book are easy to run with; in fact they are well-calculated and mostly seamless”—Melinda Wilson, Coldfront
“Peseroff is not just satisfied with observation, with listings of objects in nature; she probes deeper into natural and human objects and processes are connected analogically. Like Emerson, Peseroff waits for the natural world to communicate with the human soul through a correspondence between two essential matters.”—Judith Harris, Prairie Schooner