“In this lyrical coming-of-age story, I’m uncertain if Ward Serrill learns more from wild Alaska or from his cosmic dog, Woody. Either way, it’s an inspiring ride, and a welcome addition to the literature of the north.” —Kim Heacox, author of The Only Kayak Lie down on the mossy log.Lie down in the sweet graceof the underside color of green. Ward Serrill’s first book of poetry encompasses over thirty-five years from the rain-socked beauty of Southeast Alaska to sambas in Cuba and wild nights in a house barge along Seattle’s Ship Canal; songs of love and wild attraction at times touched by an unknown grace.
