Poetry. "’Remember this,’ the poet tells himself as he races his ’little girl’: ’what is a memory that anticipates itself / a recollection / that becomes / the ground on which the present
plays.’ And we follow, drawn along a ’golden thread’ between father and daughter that is at once binding and unwinding, the reweave of every Charlotte’s Web. Here are poems, in the language of
the luminous moment, full of the timeless, of time’s surprise, of all that enraptures, all that sorrows, all that joys."—Robert Murphy, author of From Behind the Blind