Birth in Storm

Leah Sewell uses the language of the plains, and of the body, to open a gulf in us-a gulf of memory, of disaster-whatever is precarious, all around us. These are storm poems in the best possible way, full of threat, but also centers of unsettling calm; that which we love, but can no longer reach. Someone leaves town forever; a child stubbornly grows up, and away; the weather turns, maybe for the worst, and we must ride it out.