In this collection, Lorna Crozier describes the passage of time in the way that only she can. Her arresting, edgy poems about aging and grief are surprising and invigorating: a defiant balm. At the same time, she revels in the quirkiness and whimsy of the natural world: the vision of a fly, the naming of an eggplant and a woman who — not unhappily — finds that cockroaches are drawn to her.

Crozier's signature wit and striking imagery are on display as she stretches her wings and reminds us that we haven't yet seen all that she can do. (From Freehand Books)