Kim Fahner's The Pollination Field is a poetic foray into the literal and metaphorical world of bees, but it also includes an exploration of other pollinators-bats, beetles, birds, butterflies, dragonflies, and even humans. In these poems, Fahner continues with her poetic observation and documentation of how the human world impacts the environment, but also incorporates myth and feminism in her consideration of how women evolve over time. The poems in Kim Fahner's The Pollination Field carry with them the exquisite wisdom of the hive: a deep, embodied love for the land and the intimacies of place, and a rich understanding of the cycles of loss, grief, resurgence, and thriving. Anchored equally in myth and nature, these poems speak of a woman walking the long road back to herself after emotional devastation. Fahner's words offer incandescent company to others on the path.
-Jenna Butler, Revery: A Year of Bees
As I read Kim Fahner's poems and imaginative folktales of bees, I find my mind conjures a sensory world where a woman stands in a window; sunlight and dust fly around her, as well as bees, birds, pollen, the notion of the world, even. The essence of light haloed around life, this woman, and all things. Then I hit lines like Remember this: the lighthouse comes before the man. / The man is not the lighthouse even if he shines so brightly, and the layers of time and energy disperse, then coalesce again into the woman and the light. Kim Fahner is part Fae queen, part spirit. Her poems are chains of keys that open rooms where our minds fly on dragonfly wings-gossamer.
-Yvonne Blomer, Death of Persephone: A Murder Kim Fahner's poems are multidirectional, humourous, full of surprises, streaked with grief and occasional terror. The eco-hymn to the vanishing bees, the troubled earth, our personal losses, and our growing fear of the future closing in on us finds new cachet here: new openings, unexpected ways forward, through wit and bravado, a joyful sense of adventure and a deep playful dive into the mythic and ancestral, finding directional promises and possibilities there, here, everywhere. Waggle dance, anyone?
-Di Brandt, The Sweetest Dance on Earth
