Geri Doran

Provocative collection of poems that suggest the frailty of human existence. Lines such as "Believing wasn't always hard./The river forked in three: I knew/truth could go in different ways" (Resin) and "Are we always/measured by what we do not reach?" (Lives of the Gods, Lives of the Saints) strike home to how fragile we are. "I want the god I pray to to be real" (Beyond the 45th Parallel). Don't we all?