Kaminski presents the darkest, coldest season in clumps of active
transformation, using small leaps of language to create a patchy vista.
She doesn’t disguise the continental reach of her muse, either;
eschewing recognizable beginnings and endings, Wintering Prairie picks
up mid gust and surveys a relentless accumulation.
- Ryan Pratt, review in Ottowa Poetry Newsletter
Read an excerpt:
poems in Moss Trill