No rhyme, no meter no matter for when I finally meet her I will still greet her with the same look of forlorn usually reserved for the mad hatter but pulled out of the crypt especially for her, the great bastion of scorn.
''We love Andrea's poems because of their specificity, her intentional use of adjectives, even at times her "sassy, edgy tones". In a time when much of published poetry is drying up, Hewitt's words dig wells."
From: Word Riot, 2004 following the announcement that her 'Ephemeroptera in Heat' was one of the winner by the San Diego Cooperative Writers.
NOTE: This posting was definitely not made by AH. I suspect she is far too modest for that.