Publisher's Synopsis
As a hummingbird beats its wings so that it might be still to feed on a flower the poet concludes, ""The equation keeps balancing out, and, / I'm drawn to how it does not settle."" Aware of the difficulty of loving the world while feeding upon it, the poems of Dwelling Song hope vision is levity as they press language to make sight and song. This writing is a form of mimicry and, yet, an act of dangerous flight. Whether from the voice of a hunter, shepherd, farmer, or bugle-blowing boy on a city street, the song recognizes that moving forward necessitates turning one's back.
