<p>'The poems in <u>Inheritance</u> explore all that is said (and left unsaid) within families. The lingering bruises of abuse and broken relationships, the universal heartbreak of lost children, and the understanding age brings, all lie in the spaces between the lines. The language resonates like 'a fine-toothed wind, bellwether of dark desires.' And in the end I was left with the image of a father&#39;s favorite spoon, discovered in an attic, whose previous owners had been forced by the Nazis to 'relocate.'</p>

<p>- Susan Cummins Miller, author of <u>Fracture</u>&nbsp;</p>