Blogger Randall Radic rhapsodizes about Joannie Stangeland’s “unfettered imagination”, singling out two Intermezzo’s from her Ravenna collection “Into the Rumored Spring”:
He brings her stories
from across the gray lake.
He brings her the wind,
the smell of outside creased in his coat.
from across the gray lake.
He brings her the wind,
the smell of outside creased in his coat.
(and)
Between the night
and the roof,
the sound of little creatures,
their small feet
tap, tapping
staccato revelry,
Oh, no –
it’s just the rain.
and the roof,
the sound of little creatures,
their small feet
tap, tapping
staccato revelry,
Oh, no –
it’s just the rain.
