Feminist, poet, teacher, and scholar...Stacy is as bold and witty as she ever was in this fourth installment. Yet again, she has masterfully orchestrated a confessional collection of poetry resurrected from the gritty observations of everyday life. Her accounts of love, loss, suffering, and the beautiful agility of the human spirit have been well-crafted from front-seat observations and five a.m. coffee sessions. Stacy has a remarkable sense for detail and a dramatic, unique skill for wrapping the 'everyday' into metaphorical sentiments. She masters this gift in the poem 'Mountain Parkway' as she remembers an old love and simultaneously pays homage to her homeland: "The summer is passing Like a long arm swaying From the passenger seat Of a car on a four-lane highway. And I ride alongside you Like a virtue, a wild nag That grinds my eyesight To the moon-ground recollections Of dreams that buzzed in June Now as splintered as rosewood And littered of memories That irk my nervous hands Like a nose itch that won't wipe away." "Her raw, metaphorical take on life and relationships reminds me of a younger, softer version of Sharon Olds." -Tammi Watts, Educator from Wisconsin "Once she pulls you in, it's impossible not to complete a poem. Her words read as sentimental, metaphorical eulogies to everyday life. I can't read a book by Mar without pausing to pay thanks to even the experience of the mundane." -Jennifer, Blog Writer and educator of Culinary Arts, from New Jersey "Remarkable would be a bland understatement. This young poet is as intelligent and creative as she is touching and heart-rending. She adores life, she embraces it's scars..." -Shelley Wright, Mixed Media artist from Brittish Columbia "She is a woman warrior with a brilliant insight. How can you not appreciate that?" -Felicia, Student and Writer, from Kentucky "Her metaphors and symbolism are absolutely breath-taking Pick this book up, you will not regret the words that await you from this Indie author " -Elizabeth Ward, Educator, from Canada "This is real poetry. This is individualism in it's raw aura. These word are life, themselves." -Erica, Student, Nigeria