My Mother's Cuba (River City Poetry)

In My Mothers Cuba, the poets eye sees a world abundant, zooming in on mistrals, pomegranates, olive branches, violet bones, happy alligators, a child eating an apple in three bites. In taking stock, these images glorify the poets service to the miraculous, the loved, the unloved and the holy. Resurrecting the forsaken, Skrande deftly puts us in a world peaking and breathless, alternating beat after beat of beauty and imagination.