While the poems span time and location, the landscape of rural Wisconsin and the house there returns again and again as a central force.

    There, a subtle violence thrums within the silence, an undertow of mortality highlighted by interactions with nature. A hunter feels his shot reverberate as “air and crystals of ice crack from the tree.” The children thrust “miniature fists in murky water, pulling up palms / full of mud full of critters.”    

   The personal in these moments dances alongside the historical with a series of persona poems voiced by a resurrectionist and his network, by gods, by the sacrificed.

  These poems dig into the present, the past, the intricate threads that hold everything together..