The poems in Sheri Sherman's debut collection engage all the senses and enact deep noticing and mindfulness. The speaker notices "a tiny violet flower" on her mother's eye after she has died, the speaker touches "the edge of a cloud," and the speaker hears a single pine needle fall. These are poems of rapt attention.

-Arthur Sze

In Questions by Sheri Sherman, "moments stack up angry little waves pushing each other into/ not quite silence a sloosh of energy." These short poems have all the power of a riptide. They knocked me over again and again until they pulled me into the sublime depths of her imagination, a place where the creatures of the deep (love, memory, time) breach the surface and make themselves known.

-Tomas Q. Morin

Straddling the line between poetry and prose, Sheri Cohen has invented her own form here to hold her complex questions about what it means to live in a world where she can begin with a pine needle and quickly move to where she leans her "head against / the sky." This is a masterful accomplishment. Or we move from insects to "rows of houses like plastic bouquets" that are "covering catacombs of years below." It is that mystery beneath the real that Cohen explores which is also to explore our own depths. Along the way we meet a cast of real and literary characters, intimate and expansive places, hidden in her white spaces, for this is a sophisticated poetry where she embraces that mystery of the commonplace just as she lets "the stars slip into my eyes."

-Richard Jackson, Author of The Heart as Framed: New and Select Poems