Masonry is the craft of shaping rough pieces of rock into accurate geometrical shapes, at times simple, but some of considerable complexity, and then arranging the resulting stones, often together with mortar, to form structures. In her second major collection "Call Her by Her Name," Bianca Spriggs carefully crafts poems that in the hands of a lesser mason would collapse at the first encounter with the howling winds of a tornado.  These poems are tornado proof. They are anchored six feet beneath the ground connecting a story that transcends time and reveals truths known to women and now to everyone. 

the road is long speaks of moments anchored inside memories that linger like the warmth of a kiss or a night in a forbidden country.  This culling originates below buried feet; it tempts the steel of emotion until from an open mouth, a water fountain of verses emerges in full medieval armor like a knight refusing to surrender, it howls.
Looking forward to reading Jeremy Paden's "Ruina Montium" and offering my thoughts.
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