Praise for No Day, No Dusk, No Love (Bordighera, 2010)

“I am drawn to things with no edges,” Carla Panciera writes in her marvelous book . . . and indeed she is drawn to such things. And it turns out almost everything, if you seek out its hidden joys and underlying sorrows, is a thing with no edge. The line between elegy and incantation is wonderfully blurred in poem after poem. This may be why the poems are never predictable: the edgelessness of Panciera’s universe means the poet is equally at ease with British Literature and American cows. It also means that the poems are a great pleasure to read.

–Jim Moore, author of Lightning at Dinner, The Freedom of History, and The Long Experience of Love.

These are mostly lyrics, deceptively simple poems rooted in a strong sense of place: rivers, ocean, pond, farm and in an equally strong sense of the importance of human connections and the aching/longing when they are lost . . . These are poems that desperately, beautifully “matter” and deserve reading again and again.

–Patricia Fargnoli, Poet Laureate of New Hampshire; Distinguished Poet-Judge: The Bordighera Poetry Prize, 2009-2010.

(Bilingual) available at or from the author.


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Praise for Bewildered: Stories (University of Massachusetts Press, 2014)

Apart from range in Bewildered, the level of excellence lies in the ways in which the author navigates so many different kinds of territories – first person, second person, third person, the canted realities of childhood, the accumulating losses of middle and even old age. The writing is always economical without ever being minimal.

–Pam Houston, Grace Paley judge and author of Contents May Have Shifted: A Novel and Cowboys Are My Weakness: Stories.

available October 2014 from


Praise for One of the Cimalores (Cider Press, 2005)

This poet makes it look so easy to be deeply alive and deeply engaged, to be paying rapt attention to the world, to be getting it down in the best words, in the best order as if this were simple, as if it were simply a matter of breathing and breaking, softly, into song. There’s humor here, wit and intelligence that’s neither clever nor mean-spirited, but acknowledges some of the heartbreaking absurdity of the human condition, of our lives on earth.

–Cecilia Woloch

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