light on commonly overlooked particulars: a dictionary, weather reports, 'the tongue flowering.' Between 'theories and waking life' she reveals a vantage beyond duality, where all words contain their opposites and the division between inner and outer is fluid. Larkin's page is an everchanging surface or layered 'lung sky scalloped.' In her work the found is made intimate, and this stirring, exacting book seems to breathe along with the reader." -- Laynie Browne "In these poems, Maryrose Larkin delicately researches the threshold(s) between winter and spring. Fleeting, returning, these poems are cumulative so that finally one can speak of a liminal landscape. Yes, but 'see also' or 'elsewhere.' 'what it teaches at random' So doubt, chance enter the work as guides to the transitory. It's about language: a recurring vocabulary: archaic and ached and never and suggests and words for words, parts of speech, parts of the body's speech, as if the poem were one's doppelganger: 'a riotous primer/ where a and be are constants'