"These terse, understated poems pack a great emotional punch. Unerringly, Nancy Richardson hits the mortal vulnerabilities and the socio-political ones. This book is a history of the grievous wastefulness of a post-WWII United States that in many ways has gone to hell: yet there is no accusation here. Rather, there is poetry of what has been shattered."
- Baron Wormser
"The 1972 Kent State shootings, the pinned specimen bodies of butterflies, a dying mother-Nancy Richardson’s poems bring grace and a beautiful poignancy to these and other matters. Absolutely lovely!"
- Nance Van Winckel