Poetry. I see crystal spires rising between us feel/ something growing large within me// The heart no longer fits within my hand/ but moves beyond your shadow. Compassion and generosity ... These are the qualities that come to mind when I think of Gail Mitchell and her wide - open poetry. Ranging over a personal history interwoven with the re-making of America into a more poetic country, this writer should be read, must be heard. Her voice is touched by the streets, fired by the imagination, anchored in the heart -- Neeli Cherkovski.