River-Like

I compose a poem in the same way I compose a photograph: shifting focus until I see only what is most beautiful or most terrible, warily choosing what will be in view and what will be left out, trying to find just the right amount of light or darkness. Art¿¿poetry, especially¿¿is a way for me to frame and illuminate experience. In this collection, I investigate experiences that dumbfound me, and the details of landscape become a vocabulary for discovery. The wheat fields of the Midwest are signifiers for loss and homesickness; a Pennsylvania forest is a catalyst for meditations on pregnancy and motherhood. Images of light and of water are abundant in these poems, and the speakers of my poems look to these elements for guidance and comfort with almost religious deference.