These poems are of a seer – unwrapping time, being, the Change we are igniting. The considerations are hard-won — who we are, what is coming upon us in this age, the passage we are entering and the exit – the seer knows it. There are no exhortations, no longings or forecasts, only the seeing,

Connie Post writes “there are lost fish swimming at our feet” and indeed these poems are filled with the losses of a lifetime. Yet time and again, Connie has the courage to reach for healing. In a poem in which she adopts a lost dog, she observes, “how forgiveness finds a small/edge/a thin slat/to glide

Like all true poets, Connie Post sharpens language to pierce and rejuvenate the outer-skin of appearances. Again and again, her teasingly punctuated poems pull us aside. One poem asks an X-ray technician “how can she know the secrets of the body / the broken bits of history – not detectable / by her kind of

Anyone familiar with autism knows that it consists of a devastating spectrum of developmental disorders that affect a child’s ability to learn, communicate and socialize. Connie Post’s And When the Sun Drops relates the tale of one mother’s experience of her son’s autism. In “By the Window,” the speaker addresses her son about “…the dawning