Linda France sees poetry as a means of witnessing. She writes with acute sensitivity to whatever impinges from without or erupts from within. In one of her poems she says she would like to be as a marguerite flower with its Cyclops trick of not blinking, of being wide awake and open-eyed before all kinds of experience: “to keep trying, failing, flowering, day and night”. Much of her witnessing relates to the power of art and the great beauty and diversity of the natural world.
She writes: “Writing has always been where I am my most authentic, most fully engaged with my imagination, dancing in ...
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