Summary: Like an album of photographic negatives, this book is transformed by light, inhabited by family, illness, mortality, and faith. Daniel Johnson hammers plain speech into exquisite song that is celebratory, mysterious, and elegiac. This transfixing collection resounds with what's left unsaid.
From "Hungry for Wonder":
Smoke smeared the sky.
the sun was a hole,
but my mother wouldn't believe
the river was burning.
...show moreAnother drowned twin,
a two-headed perch: perhaps,
but water, brown and crooked
as it was, still wouldn't burn.
Must be a mill caught fire, my mother said. ...show less
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