Snow Angels on the Living Room Floor by Sara Ries

Sara Ries sheds skins and opens doors in the course of these intimate and loving poems. She’s both joyful and complicated, someone who, in her longing for what she’ll probably never be able to name, finds– with no apparent effort– angels. These poems will leave you glad you know her, and because she writes so well, by the time you finish this little book, you will know her – and her childhood self and her family, and– I think it’s here she comes full circle– her Thaddeus, playing the trumpet in his soft white robe.

–Lola Haskins

With such raw materials as mold and longing, Sara creates words with claws that burst the most beautiful birds from her poem body. She peels the skins from bright lovers and black fruits and exposes the quiet magic of the world in which the creatures that compose us are free–to love and to breathe. I’ve never felt so loved by the poem.

–Dr. Lake Angela