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"Unsettling and seductive. . . . Her poems feel haunted, as if wind just rifled through the pages."—ForeWord
Kate Northrop's new poems capture the ephemeral thresholds between natural and supernatural worlds. Through the mist and snowfall of the American landscape (topographical and psychic), they momentarily illuminate figures at once familiar and strange: stray dogs, wayward people, and "fields rising . . . like a shroud / Or a female voice."