by Beverly Sweeney
“There is a quiet strength in these poems, words forged in the fire of long experience.” – Max Ryan.
“A whisper of silk threaded with steel,” Bev’s description of a ballet dancer could also describe Bev. She’s courageous enough to be vulnerable on the page. With no sentimentality, she explores family ghosts…
Bev dares to invoke memories of abuse with a deft touch that reverberates deeply but at the same time – offers hope and healing. And through out, there is the dancing.” – Laura Jan Shore, from the launch speech.
