Three Doors, One Room

In Tony Luebbermann's poems, terrors flash as unexpectedly as storms. The gorgeous, perfectly balanced, flora and fauna of the American Southwest contrast with the off-kilter actions of human beings. Because of our stupidity and greed, "the dawn that could and should adorn us" might not come.-Natasha Sajé, Professor of English, Westminster College, and Writing faculty, Vermont College Fine Arts Tony Luebbermann's poems are beautifully attuned to the landscapes of his heart-the southwest desert and northern lakes. In this work language rises from dinosaur track, water, stone, city street, and ancient ruin. These poems sing of time's dance with timelessness-how our grievous mortality is sheltered within Nature's continuance.-Alison Hawthorne Deming, Regents Professor of Creative Writing, University of Arizona, New Work: A WOVEN WORLD: On Fashion, Fisherman, & the Sardine Dress In Three Doors, One Room, I am transported by Tony Luebbermann's crystalline images, forged from keen observation and an adventurous imagination. With fidelity to the lyric tradition, these poems weave love and death into a tapestry we recognize as our world-night rose, butterfly on the city of a flower, cactus moon. Consistent and veritable throughout, despite the range of subjects, is a voice, kind, honest and wise, a voice I am honored to listen to.-Christopher Nelson, author of Blood Aria and editor of Under a Warm Green Linden