-Steve Straight, author of Affirmation
Dry Lightning begins with yearning: "I could have been anything." Drawn to beekeeping in Wyoming, Hale discovers stings of all sorts: in apiculture, in barrooms, in the sun-struck sky. "What matters / is how the light passes through," she asserts. These poems read like lyrics to western country songs, the ones about wide open spaces between people and the tricks we learn to get by and along. Stories abound about people-Larry, Jenny, Keith, Ruth, and Carl-and what it's like in a place like Wyoming-snow in summer, relentless wind, talking hunting. These are cold-eyed depictions, wise to the foibles and duplicities of human nature. In fact, there's a lovely pantoum that ought to be set to music. Pinky's Saloon and Silver Dollar Caf have us firmly planted in cowboy territory.
-Richard Waring, author of What Love Tells Me
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