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By Robert Morgan

A new assortment from the awardwinning poet and writer of the bestselling novel Gap Creek

In the phrases of Poetry magazine, Robert Morgan’s poems “shine with attractiveness that transcends locale.” The paintings in his most up-to-date assortment, rooted in his local Blue Ridge Mountains, explores the mysteries and tensions of relatives and adolescence, the splendors and hidden dramas of the flora and fauna, and the agriculture that helps all tradition. Morgan’s voice is lively and detailed, starting doorways for the reader, discovering unforeseen photographs and connections. The poems succeed in past surfaces, to the unusual forces within atoms, our genes, our historical past, and outward to the farthest pursuits of galaxies, the darkish power we won't clarify yet realize in our bones and blood, in our inner most stories and mind's eye.

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