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"What a gorgeous book Eating the Light is-thrilling in its language, assured in its wisdom, deft in its music. It is a book of vision-of tantalizing images and sensations, of beauty that is both tangible and ethereal. Whatever Mary Barbara Moore turns her attention to, we as readers are bound to be delighted. How wonderful to fall under the thrall of this book, to return to its poems over and over, devouring its capacious grandeur." - Allison Joseph, author of Imitation of life, Voice, and My Father's Kites "In Eating the Light, these new poems of Mary Moore's offer a feast for the reader. On subjects both natural and human-wrought, her eye is the painter's, vividly clear. She creates an appetite for looking and a fulfillment of seeing. Moore's perceptions are sensuous, intelligent, and the world in the poems is a world transformed both physically and emotionally. Her metaphors illuminate and satisfy, and having dined with her, we begin to glow, sated on such delectables. These poems embody a kind of mystical sensitivity to the sources of life: immediate, continuously perishing, making its considerable mark in these gorgeous lines." - A.E. Stringer, author of Late Breaking and Asbestos Brocade "Mary Barbara Moore's poems are extraordinary in their virtuosity, their play and pleasure in what she so beautifully calls 'light's charismata.' The elegance of her language is as compelling as the incisiveness of her thought. We're lucky to have this brilliant collection. Read it and revel in it!" - Sandra M. Gilbert, author of eight books of poetry, including Emily's Bread and Aftermath; and, with Susan Gubar, the groundbreaking Madwoman In the Attic and No Man's Land: the Place of the Woman Writer In the 20th Century.

Twelve-year-old Ankido is on a quest to save his missing father through the magical realm of Mesopo, the land where all fantasyoriginates, a land whose words and language are in peril. Can Ankido save his father and restore all these words in time?It was a red velvet box, the size of a school book. Ankido lifted the lid, revealing an old-fashioned quill made out of a reed. It smelled remote and otherworldly. Ancient. And for a reason he couldn’t explain, everything felt all right for a moment. He thought he caught a sound flowing out of the quill, a word maybe. He wasn’t sure and he shook his head. This was ridiculous. No, he surely must have been mistaken. But there! There was the sound again. This time Ankido was sure of it.“Mesopo” … whispered in a way that slipped around the room like the warm breeze of the desert.