Prose poems on memory, inner and outer landscapes, musings of all kinds, lyrical but rooted in the present tense, interwoven with observations, mysterious thresholds between reality and the imagination, even imagination as reality, with a blending of past present and future, many poems have dates.
Toni Ortner’s Daybook II is charred in the rubble of memory, and the surreal runs through it. Like Anna Kavan’s Ice she gives us a disturbed interior landscape that haunts our visions for the future with lamentation and dissonant song.
—Terry Hauptman, author of On Hearing Thunder, The Indwelling of Dissonance, and the Tremulous Seasons.
