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Sharon Lask Munson’s first full-length book, That Certain Blue, is charming and tender.  Munson’s unpretentious free verse invites the reader to engage with her narratives of everyday life.  Details about gypsy moths, a kiss on the palm, Pearl Harbor, begin in the kitchen and ultimately plant us in Detroit (where she grew up), Alaska (where she taught school and fell in love), and Oregon (where she lives now).  Much like Marge Piercy, her poems are tinged with references to her Jewish heritage.  One cannot help but feel the truths behind her lines.
—Laura LeHew
Editor, Uttered Chaos 

This is poetry about civilization:  “It all begins in the kitchen” and is sustained by a poet’s clear memory and cameo-like vignettes of family, travel, and homes in Detroit, Alaska and Oregon.  That Certain Blue “brings a wistfulness” for things past and passing.  The poet cherishes simple pleasures, the here and now of a full moon or the first day at school.  The “Six Years” of her mother’s Alzheimer’s is the worst fate: memory loss, loss of recognition and tradition, loss of the knack her daughter has of telling things exactly as they are.
—Erik Muller
Editor, Traprock Books

“As weightless as the one thin strand of hair/drifts toward first light,” writes Sharon Lask Munson, and with those words she could be describing the poems in That Certain Blue, poems which seem to float above the page as they carry us effortlessly from the 1950’s Detroit to Alaska’s Kenai, from a young girl playing poker on Joey Silver’s porch to an adult daughter preparing for her ailing mother one last Spanish omelet.  Munson is a certain navigator across this landscape of a well-wrought life: “traveling the highway, visibility clear/throttle up.”
—Nancy Carol Moody
Poet, Photograph With Girls