Harvesting Fog Book

In arid coastal areas of South America, locals hang rags outside until they're saturated with fog. They wring out this water, all year long, as a means of survival. They call it "harvesting fog." And that, writes LUCI SHAW, is a lot like writing poems.In her poems, Shaw observes and contemplates nature and humanity: "I'm merely a floater in the eye of God." "Behold the fleck of ant... If by observation, we become part of an insect's life, is he aware of us?"She invites us to awaken the spirit of loving and giving: "The tide that outward ebbs, turns then and inward flows, And what I offer you, you'll multiply to me."Shaw's 10th volume of poetry satisfies a thirsty imagination. She turns the details of our lives, the droplets, into the music of possibility.Sacramental poems offer nourishment for the starving soul with a topping of delightful whimsy, a "bowlful of cool" in the face.--Paul WillisAcutely observed, full of fidelity to the nature of things and yet each observation suggesting or opening towards something more than itself. These poems will be a real personal resource to their individual readers but some of them,like Kenosis, Then and Now, The Prayer of the Upright, will be a real liturgical resource as well. --Malcolm Guite, Poet and Singer-SongwriterRead More