The poems in Alexandrina Sergios OLD IS NOT A FOUR-LETTER WORD are as expansive of heart as they are witty and energetic.Danielle Pieratti writes: With wisdom, candor, and witty defiance, the poems in Sandy Sergios Old Is Not a Four-Letter Word observe life through eyes simultaneously prudent and fresh. Hers is a world viewed with earned distance, where ordinary encounters--a visit from a solar salesman, a chance meeting with a biker, a glimpse at a child carrying his saxophone home from school--are endowed with a touch of the divine. Even an artichoke holds a secret. In savoring the mortal, the temporary, these poems make one long for permanence. David K. Leff adds, Time is a haunting, bodily presence in Sergios poems. She wrestles elegantly with the years in a language that would be poignant at any age.
