Another Bungalow

<p>The poems of <em>Another Bungalow</em> are endearing antidotes to memory’s rose-colored glasses; they chronicle the informal indelible microeducations meted out through circumstance strangers and a quirky sense of humor. (Will having dressed as a hockey puck for Halloween determine your relationship with the man you met that evening?) If you never lost your bite-plate to the sea in a teenage laughing jag or conceded to a bully’s demands because they were addressed to the name on your second-hand gym shirt you’ll still relate. Maura Way’s poems celebrate the “satiation found out beyond the bronze” the “small but generative victories” that keep us in our normal lives unique. —Janet Holmes</p>