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David Axelrod writes achingly beautiful poems on the growing shadow of climate collapse. His lamentations address our refusal to turn away from the insatiable desire for consumption and material wealth, asking, "Aren't we the fire front, gnawing through dry scrub?" Yet this collection, as it brings us into the intimacy of earth's memory and its survivors reveals the many ways we might learn to praise the abundant sacredness of the greater-than-human world. Like the prophets of old who cried out in the wilderness, Axelrod offers possible visions of healing for "a future world / where a young aspen grove // yields back all of summer's light into air." -Todd Davis, Native Species
About the author
David Axelrod is the author of six previous collections of poetry, most recently The Open Hand (University of Washington Press, 2017). An earlier collection, The Cartographer's Melancholy, won the Spokane Prize and was a finalist for the Oregon Book Award. He is also the author of two collections of essays and is the editor of basalt: a journal of fine and literary arts. Director of the low residency MFA and Wilderness, Ecology, and Community Programs at Eastern Oregon University, he makes his home in Missoula, Montana.
