Alison Luterman

(New England)

Invisible Work


Because no one could ever praise me enough,
because I don't mean these poems only
but the unseen
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  • Anne P Murray (ladeeanne) (9/1/2008 1:54:00 AM)

    This poem is such an amazing piece! So compelling, I kept reading it over and over and every time I read it, I felt priviledged and inspired to more meanings. You write so well, such a unique individual style.It read so fluid, yet inconsistent all at the same time (Report) Reply

  • T Anders (8/15/2006)

    Alison, Thank you for this exquisite poem! As a mother, a poet, and caregiver, I identified with it so much, and have been craving a reminder of the value of my kinds of work. You write beautifully, with that sense of not one word being too much or out of place. The effect SEEMS effortless, like music well-played! (Report) Reply

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