<p>When culling through poems for chapbook material the author settled on her deep-seated preoccupation with the elusive nature of time and memory. And so too does the narrator in <em>Quicksilver </em>a female who functions in the present as recall's rough teeth its flecks of / so-what nip unexpectedly. Gossamer-thin recollections enhance and complicate the present as her departed loved ones reappear uninvited. As she leans in with wonder and wariness the past clasps her ankle.&nbsp;</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p><br></p>