“A reminder of how personal bodies of water are to those who inhabit and remember them. Breathtaking.”
—FOREWORD REVIEWS
“To live in the arid West is to know water as swift and scarce, rebellious and retreating, and essential within and without. In this beautiful anthology, writers, artists, and poets capture the wonder and heartbreak of learning from water in a dry land.”
—MICHELLE NIJHUIS, Beloved Beasts
“Water Bodies overflows with lovely poetry and prose that gives the reader a visceral sense of what water means in the arid West.”
—JONATHAN P. THOMPSON, Sagebrush Empire
“These essays flow and rush and collect in pools of wisdom in a drying climate, reminding us that water is a blessing, and the wellspring of our soul.”
—ELIZABETH HIGHTOWER ALLEN, First & Wildest
“Water Bodies offers deep insights into how water shapes our lives and nourishes our souls, as well as our bodies —through culture, need, ceremony, refreshment, and sustenance.”
—NANCY GUINN, Bookworks owner
“The words in Water Bodies flows both deep and wide, over sand and granite, an urgent call to protect—and to love—the lifeblood that pours across this continent.”
—MARK SUNDEEN, Delusions & Grandeur and The Man Who Quit Money
“Prepare for tears of sorrow and joy, for these captivating currents of poetry and prose will carry you to the essence of all there is. In this existential moment, Paskus’s moving anthology calls us to embrace water in all its forms—and to savor, and save, all we can.”
—SANDRA POSTEL, Replenish
“Water Bodies is an exaltation. Each essay implores the reader to recognize that the presence of natural water is as essential to the nurturing of the soul as it is to the physical wellness of living beings.”
—MARA PANICH, Fact & Fiction Books owner
“These essays and poems ripple across legacies of the southwestern lands we have shared, for better and for worse, through memories of conflict and mismanagement, connection and protection. This clear-eyed celebration of our most vital life force reveals us to ourselves and embraces a new vision of belonging.”
—RENATA GOLDEN, Mountain Time