In two poetry collections, a sense of where you are
And as usual, Graham’s mastery of the high-res slo-mo zoom-in is on full display, and time is a texture she stretches like a canvas. A world blooms within the hoofprints of a horse charging down Omaha beach. An ambitious wisteria vine makes its climb “on what remains on what’s left of this wall.” And as she pushes her child in a swing, you can feel the centrifuge of the universe in the climactic, thrilling “Lapse.”
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