From the very beginning of The Mayapple Forest Kim Ports Parsons awakens a reader’s hope despite undeniable cause for despair, “The gifts of these months of plague and separation/ are silence and space and time…/...to be alive,/ to breathe, to wake, to hear the owl’s call/.” Poems of loss—
the absence of her mother—precede poems of thrill and excitement for being with her lover, “I want to ride through this life like a child standing on the hump of an old sedan." Parsons writes with tenderness, resilience, fortitude—a trust reminiscent of Jack Gilbert’s “There will be music despite everything”—as she gently leans in and whispers, “Don’t try to count the petals.”
~Angela Dribben, author of Everygirl
Kim Ports Parson is a literary craftsman. She infuses her writing with the language of someone yearning to relive blissful times. I treasure this book because of beautiful and powerful lines, such as these from "I Watch My Sister Harvest Lavender":
You walked with me across a snow-crusted field.
Your body swayed before me, shaping into a woman’s.
You cupped a wildflower in your palm and gave me its name.