From Grandma's in the Garbage to Raking up the Leaves, James Bluewolf's poetry creates wide-screen Technicolor pictures in your head. Sometimes it takes you to warm interiors where pipes curling the smoke of good company create a sense of comfort and peace. Sometimes it jars you. Sometimes it holds you in the commonality of grief. But always, always, the words are wonderful--hard-working, tough, graceful, lyrical.
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