Over There a Mountain
It’s hard to know how to be with a mother who is a mountain. It’s hard to feel how to be with a father who is a mountain. It’s hard to explain that luminous bond and the bewilderingly stretched distance. Anxious, the mountain-daughter holds what is bright to hold and takes without asking what is bright to the eye, tries to stave off becoming a mountain herself, while finding out what it is that makes her human.
Over There a Mountain is an incandescent first collection.