You brim with my long-ago eyes and your lips on my name give it back to me. My ghost beats with blood and thrums
The moon forgets that we see her wax and wane. Heaving our tides into place, she’s busy and it’s hard to remember anything
Reviewed by Merryn Rutledge In Timothy Geiger’s In a Field of Hallowed Be (Terrapin Books, 2024), his fourth full-length book, Geiger celebrates a