Nostalgic"Jar of feathers becoming, finally, another map:cloistered homage to a decade of geesehaunting the grid of oursteadfastness. Un-find the covetedibis; kiss the scarlet of the robin'sblurred departure. In the end, we were landmark, compass, same as the lingered-overpond, the marshwhere cattails remained when all elseleft. Ragged in salt, cloud-headed. Paula Bohince's poems have appeared inThe New Yorker, The Nation, andPoetry. She has received fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts, the Amy Clampitt Trust, and the Bread Loaf Writers' Conference, and an Amy Lowell Poetry Travelling Scholarship." | The Children by Paula Bohince, Paperback | Indigo Chapters