In this signal collection of works clearly culled from the writer's heart, recollecting emotions in Wordsworthian stance, in moments made tranquil by the mood and methods of poetic creation, Sally Pfoutz writes of family, pets, people meditated on and moments frozen in time, such as the reactions of girls to intrusive, nettlesome boys: 

We collect slights like sparkling dots
of mica we used to mine as kids

hoping to get rich, to buy a black
horse and gallop in tandem, away.  ("Galloping")

In Pfoutz's world, moments indeed wear the impress of truth, as is true of Erin, subject of her own poem, looking upward:

When the moon nibbles
at the edge of the delicate sky,
you become the nester.

The one most chosen to be stranded with... ("Erin")

It is in suggestions of place and position such as this that Sally Pfoutz works magic with what might otherwise seem incidental, tangential to life, and easily lost. In such "found moments", says Pfoutz, we find our own lives, apart from others' views and the normative expectations that presage such typical experiences as life leads us to anticipate.  Chock-full of original expressions and fresh, idiomatic imagery, these poems are breaths of fresh air in poetry's crowded arena, and worthy of the attention we can bring to them.