<p>The Bardo of Becoming is full of tender questioning memories of a beloved father a departed dog a cherished partner-all of them gone now leaving the writer with the small sensual details that make up a life; taste of cheese and crackers dissolving in the mouth delicate scent of amaryllis an ancient address book stuffed with post-it notes all evidence of a life vibrantly lived and living still in present time. In Owens' world the dead and the living rub shoulders and the bardo of becoming is fresh as spring grass under a young girl's fingers and always happening now. -- Alison Luterman</p><p><br></p>