Geography of Loss

<p>Judith's poems are close to the bone earthy organic. As they acknowledge grief loss suffering they elevate and transform it. From coal comes the diamond. From loss comes the light.</p><p><strong> -Jan Phillips</strong> Author Speaker Artist and Activis</p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p>In the <em>Geography of Loss</em><strong> </strong>Judith Prest reminds us Sometimes it takes /a dark day/ for me to find/ my own light as she maps those departures folks both must endure and overcome as best they can. Great aunts both parents a beloved dead grandmother whose spatula goes missing and creates an absence memory fills. Despite death's discordant notes we go on these poems say it is what we do as human beings until even Beneath the now outlines of ghost trees stand sentinel bear witness.</p><p><strong> -Sean Thomas Dougherty</strong> author of <em>The Second O of Sorrow</em></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p>Judith's poems speak elegantly yet simply about loss and life and love. Her poignant words about her personal experiences tap into the universal experience of what it is to be human to connect to love to lose and to carry on. Held in her words one can feel deeply perhaps cry maybe laugh and most certainly be changed.</p><p><strong> -Trish Ford</strong> Hospice Medical Doctor</p><p><br></p><p><br></p>