Winner of the 2011 Cider Press Review Book Award, but I'm sorely behind in my reading. Some of my favorite passages are excerpted below. It's a stark and dreamy text. Buy here.
From "Mahler in New York"
If I carry my father with me, it is the way / a horse carries autumn in his mane. // If I remember my brother, / it is as if a buck had knelt down / in a room I was in . . .
In Dutchess County, everyone who is dead / goes down to the river / to plead his case. / I know this.