Bebe Butler: 2 books

Poetry, along with meditation, became a shovel I used to dig into soil I had ignored for so long . . . to unearth a beauty that for so long had seemed elusive. There are three places from which the poems in this book bloomed . . . the first is the angst that comes from the distance between ourselves...

Thirteen of us, BFFs, hanging out at the mall on Saturdays, having sleepovers on weekends, sharing histories, working through our diversities, our problems with our moms, boys, zits and being fat, we think we have it all together. Until our losses begin to stack up in the form...