Presents language that is ever shifting, brightly sonic, and disarming while exploring the margin between nature and art, darkness and beauty, dreams and awakenings. This title features poems that capture 'the Exact and the Vast' of consciousness in intense lyric verse with an angular and almost scientific sensitivity.

This award-winning collection simmers with wit as Brodak confronts tragedy, childhood losses, transcendent love, and the question of art itself. Tinged with a suffering--"I was the littlest wastebasket. / I was my own church. Except-- / scared, scared"--that rises above personal sorrow, her fierce and painterly poems redefine nature and art and what exists between: "Lately, there is spangled shade in my space / and a cold apple orchard to tend in place of consciousness." As Reginald Shepherd said about the poems in Brodak's first collection, the chapbook Instructions for a Painting, her world is "'small enough / to sing in all directions, ' and large enough to take us there."