Circling Silence by Laurie Wilcox-Meyer

In a poem like “Flying Blue,” who wouldn’t admire the line: “bent notes melt on Bourbon Street?”  Laurie Wilcox-Meyer succeeds in evoking a charmed and unusual world, whether in Louisiana, or watching whales, or recounting an excavation of earth.  Her style is fresh, terse and indelible.

–Tina Barr, author of The Gathering Eye and Kaleidoscope

The voice in Laurie Wilcox-Meyer’s Circling Silence is at once ethereal and simple. It puts me in mind of George Oppen – immaculate clarity, where a whisper, a glance, yield revelation in the exulted, often aching, mundane. She invokes Rumi in her wonderful poem, “His Sundown Syndrome,” and indeed there resides in each of these poems the biding, prayerful recognition, the lifted chant, of “The saint of every moment.”  Such beautiful, contemplative poems.

–Joseph Bathanti , North Carolina Poet Laureate, 2012-2014