Wal-Mart Orchid

If only we could can we? connect to one another and to the world we ve been given as these poems connect, then the brief campfire of our laughter could call others who are... trying to find their way by knife-glint through our cities, to create a tribe and language out of gunshot and graffiti. -- Marjorie Saiser, author of Beside You at the Stoplight (Little Bluestem Award) and Rooms
Sornberger writes with grace and tenderness of the many things that divide us, such as class, gender, and education, and the small things that bring us together. . . of the empathy that is possible in the fragile moments when our lives intersect, even against the depersonalizing backdrop of commercial monoliths like Wal-Mart.-- Louise A. Blum, author of Amnesty and You're Not From Around Here, Are You?
In beautifully lyrical language, infused with clarity and insight, Sornberger takes us inside this most American phenomenon, reminding us that we are all connected, perhaps most deeply when we imagine ourselves apart. These are poems the world needs. -- Alison Townsend, author of Persephone in America
Where do we look for nature? For wonder? Judith Sorngerger sights them in some unlikely places, inextricably wound up with human folly, heart-break, and curage. In Wal-Mart Orchid, she engages in poetic disputations with some tough customers: a lizard-loving niece, a rude clerk, a homophobic salesman in the next greasy-spoon booth. -- Charles Goodrich, author of Going to Seed.