Reviewed by Erica Goss “Can I break / my heart from clapping shut in this wonder / and wounder of a world.” These lines
and suddenly a canopy of geese were above me, an undulating form, waving wildly from all sides, like the rainbow parachute we floated above
There are six thousand tons displaced above the Puget Sound, clones of ghost salmon buried in the waves, fins slicing through the tides. A
My country was rock and wind and a river that had forced its pathway through the low country leaving behind like an absence