Publisher's Synopsis
A humble intimacy with tiny things pervades these poems of simple transcendence where the Divine shimmers in the ordinary and the overlooked: roadside flowers and weasel bones, ancestral hauntings and a wooden floor, a fading moon and a parade of black ants. This book was born from a long cycle of retreat outside of the consumer matrix and read start to finish, serves as a kind of inner memoir of a time when wisdom and quiet heartbreak emerged from fading dreams and dilemmas, as darkness, sky and the small details of the natural world served as guru and monastery. Taken as a whole, the book is a celebration of the paradoxes inherent in the search for an intimate meeting place between spirit and earth.
