natures that reveal deceased loved ones' faces. These poems want us to remember that we are integral and intimate companions in the living on land which we do not own and the sea, which we share on our planet Earth. -Dona Luongo Stein, author of Leaving Greece, Alice in Deutshland, Heavenly Bodies, Children of the Mafiosi, host of The Poetry Show, KRFC The past lives and shimmers on Sally Woolf-Wade's pages, the way heat bends vision over summer roads. Astute observer, she wanders lovingly among us in mid-coast Maine, catching moments that are our lives. We're all here, held in her heart's gentle eye, somehow swept, as she says, by the scent of beach roses. -Martin Steingesser, Past Poet Laureate, Portland, Maine The poetry of Sally Woolf-Wade pulsates with honesty and alertness. The changeable sea that appears often in her work is an apt metaphor for the poems as they touch upon tranquility and fervor, beauty and grief, solitude and empathy. She is a poet whose praise of the physical world is, at once, patient and cat-quick. -Baron Wormser, Past Poet Laureate, Maine