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by Laura Jan Shore “This passionate and spirited collection of Laura’s is not only a great start for Dangerously Poetic, but it is also a fiery riposte to the general community view that poetry is stale, obscure, irrelevant, and boring. Breathworks has spark aplenty. May the Goddess, who has clearly been called on a number of times in the writing of these poems, bless this book and its passage.” – Dorothy Porter. “Right from the beginning, from the first poem, there’s the breath and the trees, the spinning earth and revolving time, the mirror held up to the self and to others, the delight in the rainforest, the fecundity of nature and the ambivalence of passion, the cycle of song that is life. A book rich in sensitivity and experience, poems negotiated through pain into acceptance and love. A wonderful first book from Dangerously Poetic Press.” – Ron Pretty, Five Islands Press.
SOLD OUT Poetry from Byron Bay and Beyond “From the mad energy of Lel Sebastian’s razor-sharp From an old Hindu poem in the new Tom Robbins through the deftly handled tonal shifts and savage wit of Melissa Lucashenko’s Remembering Blackboys to Janice Bostock’s exquisite haikus and minimalist lyricism, and through every shade between, this anthology is a vibrant reminder of how, as Peter Porter has noted, poetry is both language lit up by life, and life lit up by language.” “What do we look for in poetry? We look for poems that move the heart or tickle the intellect or both. We look for rich and exotic language, for new and unusual images that illuminate, in a flash, some human meaning. We look for poems that establish, all over again, the connection between the Word, the Image and the Heart. This anthology provides all these pleasures and more.” – Shirley Walker.
“Powerful poetry, so rich in imagery, so in tune with our times...” – Richard Jones. “Beginning with the question, What If, and continuing through Kali declaring in Lilith’s voice, Hear me, I make no mistakes, these poems express a life dedicated to the Divine in the mundane…” – Kulavadhuta Satpurananda.