Alison Luterman's eye is on women, on children, in the streets and in the woods. Or at home alone in front of a desk. Her arms envelop love in whatever form it shows up: a cup of coffee from her husband, or the curve of a pregnant woman's belly as she walks around the lake in flip-flops. Luterman's poems are concerned with this and more.
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