Sacred Graffiti

Poetry. "Like Philip Levine, Florence Weinberger's poems evolve masterfully from the ordinary into the extraordinary. Consider marrowbones, lovingly boiled down to their essence so her husband can spread sustenance onto bread and eat, his stomach forever flattened by concentration camp hunger no matter how much he tries to fill himself up. Her persistent introspection scrutinizes everyday events such as going to the supermarket and takes them into another realm of meaning. In Weinberger's world, what we wake up to is the first step towards insight and illumination"—Jeanette Clough.