Moonless Grief

Relationships nature art love loss and beauty---all come to the forefront in the exquisitely rendered poems of Sally Albisos Moonless Grief. A poem from Moonless GriefCantorLong ago wolves sang here with such triumph they were destroyed. Now coyotes penetrate the dark with their hunger reach through glass and this hours supplication still greater its tenor both animal and human. Is it the Sasquatch of local lore bellowing as if to make ears bleed? Roosting among cedars like a bird crying out for another of its kind bipedal stance encouraging a tongue that ladles words? Or can it only hoot and scream be taught to sign with furred hands that shatter a two-way mirror? The howling continues to gnaw at wind. I lean toward the voice let it wash over me like a moonless grief listen as if I might answer.