Clare Martin's Crone glows equal parts magic, music, and muscle. Her lines are laced with ambergris and jasmine, ghosts and wolfbreath. I would call Martin's art a gorgeous dream, but that would ignore the blood, bone, and heart that drive this book at its core. Crone is the creation of a poet at the height of her powers, in full voice, and mesmerizing. Immerse yourselves in these lines, friends. You'll rise from their waters cleansed and awed. - Jack B. Bedell author of No Brother, This Storm, Poet Laureate, State of Louisiana, 2017-2019