Carolina Ghost Woods

Jordan is one of my favorite poets. Her writing is equally gritty and beautiful. Often, while I'm reading her work, I find myself stepping back and saying “whoa.” There is nothing else I can say. Just “whoa.” And that's one sure sign of a fabulous writer.

This collection, her first, left me wanting more sometimes, but there were still many “whoa” moments. I've read parts of her follow-up, Sixty-Cent Coffee and a Quarter to Dance, and loved it. I look forward to reading it straight through.