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Nomadic outsiders wander in a mythological world subject to chance, good or bad fortune. A family crosses the American Southwest in the 1920s. And a home dweller explores the mystery of familiar places. In these poems, tales told by multiple narrators, wayfarers move through a sparsely populated terrain, finding hardship, beauty, peril, the ineffable. Some are escaping events beyond their control, some choose to roam, and others stay in place, delving into the interior landscape.


“Katrinka Moore’s Wayfarers leads us into depths of mote-filled quiet where we bask/in radiance. With deft craft and a dancer/choreographer’s grace and eye for nuances of movement, we become travelers ourselves and find out what’s over there that (we) can’t find here as well as delving into our own familiar landscapes which blossom in their stillness. Readers will slip between the last sound of evening/before the first night noise and be present as light from all sides reaches our eyes. Carefully placed assemblages filled with stalks and seeds organically enhance the poems. You will be enriched by taking the journey offered.”Karen Neuberg, author of the elephants are asking (Glass Lyre Press, Winter 2017)

“With these poems Katrinka Moore is prospector, each poem starting as a shovel of good earth. Thrown into a tray, washed and screened for gold the mesh varies. Bigger to smaller shakes the net on which the poems catch. Nature as dependent nirvana phenomena. They are observational poems. They follow an “inside narrative”, with one perception immediately following the next.
Nuggets of gold and of dross wet from her work, seen, presented. Poems of Right Attentiveness. Poems on a shifting journey, a metaphor where parataxis Mind-objects resonate. The Wayfarers drawn to different places. We entered the stream above the crossing. The words of Moore’s instruction make each poem in this volume a recipe for how the universe works. We find in her poems the discretion of her text the perception nature of self, how the senses happen.
She is a fresh, summergreen writer of ecological cautionary tales and the tense energies as found in local woodlots. Interesting concepts and depth of language spark like the fireflies (what else).”
Alan Casline, ROOTDRINKER

“In these fleet-footed poems, an amazed speaker moves through an elemental world. She observes ‘rind dark knots/of water’ or the ‘yellow wings too light to touch down.’ Common phenomena seen with such visionary clarity become full of wonder.
Moore’s women move on, sometimes with children, after a cataclysmic fire or war. They use ‘paths I knew from my youth;’ through heat ‘Fettered//by stillness;’ or to a ‘given-up-on farm’ that had been home. Ongoing paths and journeys run through the book.
These beautifully articulated poems celebrate continuity on a haunted earth.”
Susan Sindall, author of What’s Left (Glass Lyre Press, Winter 2017)


Katrinka Moore started out in dance and choreography, made a brief foray into performance art, then shifted to poetry, eventually bringing visual components into her work. She is the author of three previous books, Numa, Thief, and This is Not a Story, winner of the New Women’s Voices Prize. Moore grew up in rural Texas and now lives in New York.