Wherever you go, find the color and follow her to an origin. The spherical tapestry of nanostructures blueberries hold like an unstoppable, quantum secret.
She and/or he or they for whom you poured pancake batter, buttoned pajamas, kissed and clutched, laced on their first tennis shoes will mutate
Home from the hospital nursery, your brother wobbled and thrashed. First colt in the pasture. I wondered how high he could leap, how wild
Reviewed by Erica Goss In her new book of poems, Jacob’s Ladder, Rachel Barton examines the puzzling and poignant legacy of things people leave