Three Doors, One Room. by Tony Luebbermann

In Tony Luebbermann’s poems, terrors flash as unexpectedly as storms. The gorgeous, perfectly balanced, flora and fauna of the American Southwest contrast with the off-kilter actions of human beings. Because of our stupidity and greed, “the dawn that could and should adorn us” might not come.

–Natasha Sajé, Professor of English, Westminster College, and Writing faculty, Vermont College Fine Arts

Tony Luebbermann’s poems are beautifully attuned to the landscapes of his heart—the southwest desert and northern lakes.  In this work language rises from dinosaur track, water, stone, city street, and ancient ruin.  These poems sing of time’s dance with timelessness—how our grievous mortality is sheltered within Nature’s continuance.

–Alison Hawthorne Deming, Regents Professor of Creative Writing, University of Arizona, New Work: A WOVEN WORLD: On Fashion, Fisherman, & the Sardine Dress

In Three Doors, One Room, I am transported by Tony Luebbermann’s crystalline images, forged from keen observation and an adventurous imagination. With fidelity to the lyric tradition, these poems weave love and death into a tapestry we recognize as our world—night rose, butterfly on the city of a flower, cactus moon. Consistent and veritable throughout, despite the range of subjects, is a voice, kind, honest and wise, a voice I am honored to listen to.

–Christopher Nelson, author of Blood Aria and editor of Under a Warm Green Linden