Maureen A. Sherbondy was named Distinguished Artist in Poetry by the Nebraska Arts Council in 2009. Her books are Bones of a Very Fine Hand (1999) and Lost In Seward County (2001), both from Big Table Publishing, and also a chapbook, Moving On, from Lone Willow Press (2002). Her awards include the Nebraska Literary Heritage Award, the Nebraska Book Award, the Leo Love Award, The Vreelands Award, and an award from the Academy of American Poets. Saiser's poems have been published in Prairie Schooner, Georgia Review, Crab Orchard Review, Cream City Review, Field, and Smartish Pace. She is co-editor of Times of Sorrow/Times of Grace, an anthology of writing by women of the Great Plains, and co-editor of Road Trip, a book featuring interviews of a dozen Nebraska writers.

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About Weary Blues:

"Maureen A. Sherbondy‘s Weary Blues resonates and haunts like any lyrical piece you can’t get out of your head. This is a musical poet who compellingly voices the complex strains of love, grief and survival. Her intimate and darkly memorable poems echo with regret for what breaks our hearts and spirits, but these brave poems also reverberate with stubborn hope. In her latest collection she reminds us with graceful insights and unforgettable images of the restorative power of letting go, of honoring the present in order to move more strongly forward."
—Linda Lee Harper

"Maureen A. Sherbondy's poems are straightforward, honest, and intuitive. While reading, one cannot help but pause and reflect upon life's many choices and consequences. Weary Blues, despite its melancholy, does not drag the reader into depression. Rather, each struggle has an underlying tone of salvation that leaves one wondering."
—Alexis Czencz Belluzzi

"These private poems, made public, reveal our private selves. Whether we experience— experience rather than "read about"—a parent who must watch her son encounter the darkness of depression, or a girl accompanying her mother to a disappointing reading from a fortune teller, we intimately encounter not the author or even the characters, but ourselves, the self for which we thought there were no words. Sherbondy intercedes for us in the great battle we all face, the one far off, down deep, thereby showing us the victory we had begun to believe was too far off, too deep down, to achieve."
—Paul Allen