Cheryl Lynn Moyer (April 4th,1953 / Montgomery, AL)
Comments about Cheryl Lynn Moyer
Ski Hill (Chardon, Ohio)
Crammed into snowsuits like overstuffed
sausages, rainbow colored scarves
hid determined grins. Clouds of warmth
billowed up from our bellies as we marched,
dragging wood and metal in our wake.
No path in the dazzling white ocean,
only instinct and children's screams
carried in the wind's ear, winding through
Technically sound but spontaneous as a hot ember after a fire, Cheryl's poetry pushes the limits of the American-English dialect. By combining the structural soundness of a studied poet with the curious wonder of a child-like spirit, her work illustrates the potential of the American mind.
While Cheryl does God’s work “for a living, ” the youthful exuberance of her creative writing, juxtaposed with an honest real-world perception, conveys an indomitable joy that dwells in her heart- in defiance of troubling realties- to produce poetry that should stand strong among the treasures of the American canon.
Or, more accurately and concisely, what Carole said: >)
rebirthing without a psychiatrist or midwife