Tess Taylor opens her latest collection Work and Days with an assertion that “To miss even this springtime/ would be an error.” The poems in the book chronicle a year of working on a farm in Western Massachusetts, during the 2010-2011 growing season, shortly after the narrator’s miscarriage. The farm is partly an escape and partly a reconnection with a simple present – with cucumbers, frogs, and stones. Meanwhile, in the background, hover global warming, far-off wars, and social injustice.
(Read the rest in Tinderbox Poetry Journal).