"These poems meditate on fragments of memory that make up life. A door is cracked, a window, letting in the whole of the world where 'all the ways of knowing have never added up to a single whole. A birdcall is a birdcall.' In moments that recall the loss of a child and ask us to witness grief, we are also asked to find a way beyond pain. These poems are prayers against sorrow, and as Shenoda writes they are what might lead us, even if only for a moment, to the sacred." –Dorianne Laux, author of Only As the Day Is Long: New and Selected Poems