"Liz Ahl isn’t afraid to stand still and bear witness to the tick of daylight creeping across the yard, taking infinite pleasure in the quotidian thing, but she is also not afraid to stand up and dance, to bring us the full-throated joy of the take-no-prisoners, talk-to-the-hand-cause-the-girl-ain’t-listenin’ funk. These poems resurrect our faith in a kaleidoscopic world of old gamblers and sultry perennials, Gideons and skaterboys, abandoned toys and girls luminous with guitars. Luck has nothing to do with it; Liz Ahl is a poet of great skill and grace."
—Ann Hudson, author of The Armillary Sphere
"Liz Ahl isn’t afraid to stand still and bear witness to the tick of daylight creeping across the yard, taking infinite pleasure in the quotidian thing, but she is also not afraid to stand up and dance, to bring us the full-throated joy of the take-no-prisoners, talk-to-the-hand-cause-the-girl-ain’t-listenin’ funk. These poems resurrect our faith in a kaleidoscopic world of old gamblers and sultry perennials, Gideons and skaterboys, abandoned toys and girls luminous with guitars. Luck has nothing to do with it; Liz Ahl is a poet of great skill and grace."
—Ann Hudson, author of The Armillary Sphere