The pandemic made our worlds physically smaller. It limited our ability to come and go as we pleased. While events like these can create a kind of restless cabin-fever, they also provide us with opportunities to look deeply into the familiar and into ourselves. Shawn Pittard invites us to explore our own backyards, our neighborhoods, our local waters-to discover the small gods and ordinary mysteries that will reveal themselves to the patient observer.
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"The poems make their way, as we all must, through the labyrinth to the pandemic's end, where Oil futures were our futures again./ The lonely still looked to the moon. So too these poems, like koans, shine a contemplative light."-Susan Kelly-DeWitt, author of Frangible Operas
"Pittard's self-effacing wisdom coupled with his spare, radiant language, reminds us that even in the face of decay and inevitable death we can be consoled by the everyday miracles and wonders of the natural world."
-Moira Magneson, author of In the Eye of the Elephant