When I finished reading Sarah Dickenson Snyder’s latest book, Now These Three Remain, I could see she was a writer who saw the world’s savaergy alongside its sacredness and could put that into poems that grab readers by the throat.
Older women don't disappear. They branch out.
When I finished reading Sarah Dickenson Snyder’s latest book, Now These Three Remain, I could see she was a writer who saw the world’s savaergy alongside its sacredness and could put that into poems that grab readers by the throat.