Publisher's Synopsis
Pack your hemp fabric Hawaiian shirts, pop tarts, and petticoats, and join the family in Kimberly Sailor's Holy Week in Cave Country for a pandemic Kentucky vacation! Progressive hip meets traditional rural in an intoxicating mash-up complete with Dollar Store meds and Facebook healing crystals when you need a little soothing after a long day's sight-seeing. Sailor's impressionistic, sound-drunk, tour-de-force lowers you down a zip-line into the rich poetic depths, from which you'll emerge enlarged, newly alive, and thankful you've been "fortunate enough to find caves / below your family's foundation."
-Christopher Citro, author of If We Had a Lemon We'd Throw It and Call That the SunKimberly Sailor's Holy Week in Cave Country carves meaning into shark teeth in cave tops, and dares to ask: how did we get here, above and beneath all these fossils? She enlightens us within her rich text, showing us how we can all learn from children, especially our own. She shares with us, "My daughter talks about Heaven so casually / you'd think she visits after school." A moment so tender and light, you're grateful it was put to paper. Holy Week is bark, bite, and salve, all rolled into one. A must read. -Han Raschka, author of Splinters
