Without fanfare—and fanfare would be in order—Jo McDougall has created a small but solid corpus of poetry that is both unique and uniquely American….Gathered together in ‘the hasty tent’ of our life, we are, for a moment, something other than ourselves, not earth but air. Call it magic, call it art: either way, McDougall’s poetry is something like a miracle.
—The Hollins Critic
…In mundane occurrences, McDougall finds vast hungers and driving compulsions. Her poems repay reading, rereading, and rereading.
Spareness of language. Excruciating honesty. Subtlety of spirit. Forgiveness. These are the qualities that constitute Jo McDougall’s poetry.