I trained my eye on the orange beacon far out. I swam out deep.
Last Run Before Sunset
Praise for Florence Murry’s new book…
This delicious, thoughtful collection travels through Florence Murry’s life, the stumbles as well as the triumphs, taking the reader on an unforgetable journey. Some of these poems are subtle as gossamer, others are very in-your-face, while still others spill secrets onto the page, as in the delightful “We Were Cherokee Until 23 and Me Reveals Our 96% Northern European Ancestry.”
Forever “a sucker for adventure,” as the poet claims in “Long Ride,” Murry’s poems took me along with her, beginning to end.
—Alexis Rhone Fancher,
author of EROTIC: New & Selected
…Here, our narrow human trajectories are “bare legs” cast against the backdrop of “brazen sky,” our shared contact a thumbprint of an old lover that lingers, as these poems linger with us, long afterward.
—Cameron Morse, author of Far Other
…She is able to bring this off as if by magic, but on close examination, I realize this is how a great poet works, they show you a stone and you imagine the universe. Whatever has been sleeping in your heart, these poems will wake you up with wonder.
—Jack Grapes, The Naked Eye