I am grateful, especially to the ones whose names I don’t know and can never learn. Nameless, faceless, I thank you. You cut the
What I know today is no more than what I knew at ten, clouds in a blue sky, until language comes to explain: so
Known already as a kind of weather, it’s unlikely a hurricane will share my name. Wind in both of us, a drumming down. Some
Review by Amy Miller Judith Montgomery’s latest full-length poetry collection is about life. Literally, life. From the cosmos of pre-birth, through the mysteries of