The Minneapolis Tribune, September 21st, 2014: "What brings the collection together is Green's emphasis on looking at her subject head-on with unadorned language.(Her) second full-length collection is full of the real world made luminous through her attention."--Elizabeth Hoover "I have admired and envied Kate Green's poems for more than thirty years. When you read the poem 'Saturday Night at the Emporium of Jazz,' a poem written three decades ago, you will see why. When you read the poem 'Tourist in the Pure Land,' a poem written very recently, you will once again see why. The poems beguile in so many ways, but in the end it is their music which most does me in. It's been far too long a wait for this new book. When the gods one day turn to reading poetry to try to understand the ways of humans--passionate, heartbreaking, mystifying, mysterious ways--they would do well to start with this very book.

"--Jim Moore, author of Invisible Strings: Poems "We have waited too long for another extraordinary book of poems from Kate Green. Her vision, as in her previous book, If the World is Running Out, is as large as the world as it makes its way onto the page. These artful and extravagant poems speak with the authority of a pilgrim on whom nothing is lost no matter how far she has to travel to find herself at home. Her work speaks of the "pure land" within our own hearts, revealing the regenerative power of poetry."--Cary Waterman, author of Book of Fire "Kate Green's marvelous new collection of poems takes us deep into the journey of what it means to be human--we travel inward to the beginning of our being and we fly outward to Taos, Key West, fishing on a northern Minnesota lake. Every moment is etched with a care and precision that can only come from living fully, and then having the presence of mind to write it down. These poems bless us all."--Mary Logue, author of Hand Work and Trees " 'Without loss there is no singing,' Kate Green writes.

'We can't hold what we love, / in arms, in any way. I imagine memory is a slow act / of dying.' And yet here are her poems--fierce and tender songs that travel, sure-footed, from the Midwest to Key West, from childhood to the barely-charted terrain of the human heart. Here are poems that are radiant and very much alive, all held in the pages of this marvelous book."--Katrina Vandenberg, author of The Alphabet Not Unlike the World.