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Written with passionate precision, Florsheim's collection goes to the core of a wide range of intrigues and interests: the Holocaust, artworks, the mysteries of the everyday. Urbane and astute, his work is empathetic and clear-headed. A rich offering.-David Meltzer, author of David's Copy: The Selected Poems of David MeltzerAmong the pleasures of Stewart Florsheim's A Split Second of Light are his incisive character portraits of parents and family and the dramatic incidents he conjures out of paintings by Caillebotte, Chardin, Bonnard and others. Florsheim's gift for scene-setting and succinct phrasing, and his eye for revealing detail, make this a rewarding collection. -Chana Bloch, author of Blood Honey and translator of Yehuda Amichai and other Israeli poetsStewart Florsheim is one of those rare poets who has it all: chillingly beautiful language that draws the reader into myriad worlds of "riveting silence" and "prayer bells"; great courage to face the darkness, and the strength and wisdom to see that death and life are inextricably intertwined. This is an extraordinary book.-Louise Nayer, author of Burned: A MemoirIn A Split Second of Light, Stewart Florsheim offers insights into the quiet world of a poet born into a family of Holocaust survivors. And here we find poems that speak softly and carefully about the poet's childhood, about his growing up and traveling the world, about the imagined lives of the people inside the great works of art. Here we find a quiet, powerful book of poems grounded in the reality of a Jewish family, in the world that was handed down, father to son, "See, this is how you carve a steak/. . . His cleaver glided easily/ across lines of gristle/ then he handed me the filet/ blood dripping/ from his hand into mine." -Charles Entrekin, author of Listening: New and Selected WorkThis elegiac verse chronicles love in its sensitive idolizations yet astute analysis of having family impacted dearly by the Holocaust. These poems are a testimony of hope rooted in faith with both their hands linked. These poems call out names in syllables that ring, turning them into what those who people the pages were, beautiful and strong. In these poems, nothing of what is said can disappear unnoticed.-Andrena Zawinski, Features Editor, PoetryMagazine.com and PEN award winner for Something About.

Philip Dacey is the author of eleven previous books of poetry, most recently Mosquito Operas: New and Selected Short Poems (Rain Mountain Press, 2010) and Vertebrae Rosaries: 50 Sonnets (Red Dragonfly Press, 2009). The winner of three Pushcart Prizes, he has written entire collections about Gerard Manley Hopkins, Thomas Eakins, and New York City. His other awards include a Discovery Award from the New York YM-YWHA's Poetry Center and various fellowships (a Fulbright to Yugoslavia, a Woodrow Wilson to Stanford, and two in creative writing from the National Endowment for the Arts). His work has appeared in such leading periodicals as The Nation, Hudson Review, Poetry, The Southern Review, The Paris Review, Partisan Review, The New York Times, American Review, The American Poetry Review, and The Georgia Review. With David Jauss, he co-edited Strong Measures: Contemporary American Poetry in Traditional Forms (Harper & Row, 1986). After an eight-year post-retirement adventure as a resident of Manhattan's Upper West Side, he returned in 2012 to Minnesota, where he taught for 35 years at Southwest Minnesota State University, in Marshall, to live in Minneapolis in the Lakes District with his partner, Alixa Doom. Philip Dacey is the author of eleven previous books of poetry, most recently Mosquito Operas: New and Selected Short Poems (Rain Mountain Press, 2010) and Vertebrae Rosaries: 50 Sonnets (Red Dragonfly Press, 2009). The winner of three Pushcart Prizes, he has written entire collections about Gerard Manley Hopkins, Thomas Eakins, and New York City. His other awards include a Discovery Award from the New York YM-YWHA's Poetry Center and various fellowships (a Fulbright to Yugoslavia, a Woodrow Wilson to Stanford, and two in creative writing from the National Endowment for the Arts). Praise for Previous Books by Philip Dacey:Lovers of poetry, of fine turns of language, of amazing knots tied and untied, will appreciate Dacey's poems. Their strength is in the voice, the casual, comfortable speaker, whether Whitman, Hopkins, Gauguin, or the men and women of middle America. The authenticity, the humor, the intelligence-in verse, free or chained-you can't ask for more. -Louis McKee When he is serious, Philip Dacey isn't daunting, and when he is humorous he isn't silly, rather bringing to his work a mixture of learning and a deft touch with language. These poems are, in a word, suave. -David Chorlton Philip Dacey continues to do what he's done for years: keep kicking what passes for contemporary American poetry in the ass by way of reminding it of its wondrous possibilities, if, as my grandmother used to say, we would care to be possessed of all our faculties when we write it. -Bruce Cutler

Joyce's painting called "Bones of Zion" graces the cover of Mysterious Light. Her poems radiate beauty across the pages in "eddies of lemon and gold." "An aurora borealis shimmers" inside her past. A worldliness that began in childhood, living above a funeral parlor where "vacant mouths and cobwebbed hair," leapt from her imagination at night. Joyce enters into "a yellow flame of mystery," where the alchemy of her word paintings is so powerful as to actually absorb grief and transform it into a lush beauty. -Lynne Barnes, poet Delving beneath the surface of things, Joyce Uhlir's poems explore and shed light on a multi-dimensional world of nature where sight, sound, feelings, smell and taste mix - like paint on a pallet - to the delight of body and soul. Jasmine plays at the tip of my nose./ Cranberries splash round/ the playfulness of my tongue," she writes. The light in her poems can also thread its way into "the black fabric of night" as "Distant stones in a dark universe/ blink..." and as stars arrive "in the yawn of evening." Sensuous and spiritual at the same time, this light often seems like x-ray vision, making the opaque transparent and beautiful. Fortunately for us, she has shared her word paintings here, poems filled with "mysterious light."

The Yoga-Sütra is the classic textbook on the Transcendent.In his terse formulas Maharishi Patan¿jali describes the nature and mechanics of Transcendental Consciousness, the means to experience it as a living reality and the value of integrating it into daily life in the state of enlightenment.Vyäsa's commentary expounds the implications of the direct experience of the Transcendent as the silent field of all possibilities so as to live supreme fulfilment in life.

In this accomplished book, Mary Kay Rummel spins words into mysticism and magic. "Not to be ordinary," she was drawn into the convent where she was forbidden to read fiction because the Superior didn't like it. In "Patterns of Obedience," she writes that she was able to leave when "words whispered in that wind/telling her to go forth and read, to never ask again." Set free, she read and wrote and traveled, visiting early Irish history and myth. Throughout her book, bells chime in celebration as her words become exquisite lyric poems. -Jill Breckenridge, Poet, The Gravity of Flesh If you delight in plunging into an environment's sensual and emotional landscape; if you thrill to poetry that seduces and resonates; if you crave fresh language, intelligence, revelation and uncompromising risk, then What's Left Is The Singing-this miraculous confessional, this collection with its complexity of conflict and resolution, this sound-feast-will satisfy to the bone. Rummel's work allows us to feel how. . . light slips/through fingers into every fold of sky. -Ellen Reich, Poet, The Gynecic Papers When one reads the poems of Mary Kay Rummel, one expects a certain precision of language, a vigilant detail, a concentrated lyric whisper that elevates the ordinary life's ordinary aspirations. On these counts, What's Left Is The Singing does not disappoint. But these poems are also transformative. Here we find beauty that resists adoration, caution that armors raised fists, and belief that survives religion. Here we find metaphors for life's passion in the scapes of sand and tides and endless stars that shine through us. And if we don't find distraction from our ignorance, we do find elegant language touched with music and some blessings and a few reasons to go on. This is exactly what we ask from our poetry. -David Oliveira, Poet, A Little Travel Story; Editor, Mille Grazie Press