"Kate Johnson's gift is to make the inner life so clear
and concrete as to fix a self to the page. She
confronts suffering without erasing the possibility of
love, or denying the presence of joy. Distilled and
direct, plain and mysterious at once, these poems
involve us in moments in the work of soul-making." --Mark Doty
"Oh, where have we been exiled from--our families?
Ourselves? The source of our spirit? Kate Johnson's
voice calls out from the wilderness of right here--the
wounded self surviving, human, ever asking to be
healed. This poetry is both prayer and the grace it
prays for: clear, rigorous, and infused with a love of
this world where "we can't even see what it is we see
by." --Marie Howe
Kate Knapp Johnson is also the author of a previous collection
of poetry When Orchids Were Flowers.
A recipient of the New York Foundation for the Arts
Award, Johnson teaches at Sarah Lawrence College
and is in the training program at The Westchester
Institute for Psychoanalysis. She lives in Mt. Kisco,
NY with her husband and children.
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