Three Doors One Room

<p class=ql-align-justify>In Tony Luebbermann's poems terrors flash as unexpectedly as storms. The gorgeous perfectly balanced flora and fauna of the American Southwest contrast with the off-kilter actions of human beings. Because of our stupidity and greed the dawn that could and should adorn us might not come.</p><p class=ql-align-justify><strong>-Natasha Sajé</strong> Professor of English Westminster College and Writing faculty Vermont College Fine Arts</p><p class=ql-align-justify><br></p><p class=ql-align-justify>Tony Luebbermann's poems are beautifully attuned to the landscapes of his heart-the southwest desert and northern lakes. In this work language rises from dinosaur track water stone city street and ancient ruin. These poems sing of time's dance with timelessness-how our grievous mortality is sheltered within Nature's continuance.</p><p class=ql-align-justify><strong>-Alison Hawthorne Deming</strong> Regents Professor of Creative Writing University of Arizona New Work: <em>A WOVEN WORLD: On Fashion Fisherman & the Sardine Dress</em></p><p class=ql-align-justify><br></p><p class=ql-align-justify>In <em>Three Doors One Room</em> I am transported by Tony Luebbermann's crystalline images forged from keen observation and an adventurous imagination. With fidelity to the lyric tradition these poems weave love and death into a tapestry we recognize as our world-night rose butterfly on the city of a flower cactus moon. Consistent and veritable throughout despite the range of subjects is a voice kind honest and wise a voice I am honored to listen to.</p><p class=ql-align-justify><strong>-Christopher Nelson</strong> author of<em> Blood Aria </em>and editor of <em>Under a Warm Green Linden</em></p><p><br></p>