In The Secret Language of Women, Terry Martin’s poems balance a quiet confidence and a deep longing, gratitude and loss. I want to say bravely sentimental, because these generous poems don’t shy away from feeling, don’t hide behind cynicism. Instead, in their images, their metaphors, and their voice, they bring honesty, tenderness, and understanding–which might be the hardest thing.
Two of my favorite poems in the book, “Retrieval” and “The Singular, The Solitary,” are posted in A Sense of Place: The Washington State Geospatial Poetry Anthology. Enjoy!