Julie Hensley

"These living, breathing poems woo us...and we happily succumb to their charms."

                                           -Dorothy Sutton, author of Backing into Mountains and Startling Art: Darwin and Matisse

"Here, among mountains and cornfields, stables and laboratories, are compelling human tongues: mother, father, daughters, lovers. The Language of Horses, in Hensley's fertile imagination and deft hands, is indeed 'the language of life rising.'"

                                         -Libby Falk Jones, author of Above the Eastern Hilltops, Blue

"Like the scents of haymows and meadows, these poems of longing carry the reader back to an idyllic childhood in Big Stone Gap, Virginia, where little girls rode broomstick ponies and 'the edge of the hollow was a gentle throat / breathing you in, yout life till then / a rumble warm in the blue belly of the mountains.'"

                                                    -Christina Lovin, author of Little Fires and What We Burned for Warmth