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Anne M. Doe Overstreet

These poems shimmer with gossamer lightness but also possess the strength and sinews of hard-won wisdom and what Henry James called felt life.
— Gregory Wolfe, Editor at Image and author of Beauty Will Save the World

These are reverent poems—elegantly carved, and careful; they are dedications to the interchangeable spirit of leaf, blood, mud, and bone. Each page is a sensual pleasure.
— Nicole Hardy, author of This Blonde and Confessions of a Latter-Day Virgin

To love well is to offer one's full attention. To serve others is often a matter of drawing their attention to the beauties--broken, wounded, suggestive, profound--that visit us endlessly. Anne Overstreet loves well, and she serves well; she is the witness of the dawn, and of our desired awakening.
— Scott Cairns, author of Compass of Affection and Idiot Psalms

If you love poetry, you recognize the magic of words that sift the world into its particulates. Anne Overstreet employs the skilled chemistry that swells the words back into realities so startling and new that no object or person remains unchanged.
— Luci Shaw, author of An Incremental Life and The Generosity

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"I look up to take it in," Anne Overstreet writes, and so she does: Dead moths "go to dust / on the windowsill, a wing fading / to a translucent brown sail, prepared / around the absence of body." She takes it all in, and gives it back to us.
— John Wilson, editor at Books and Culture