The Book of Shores

<p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(49 49 49 1)>Mary Buchinger's </span><em style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(49 49 49 1)>The Book of Shores </em><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(49 49 49 1)>is a meditation into the nature of being one that recognizes that there once was a self/ known only to self// who carried the sea/ wherever she went. The verses in this collection are both restless and still formally inventive and thrumming with lines that are always talking/ about more than one thing. It's a collection that takes risks to name the ineffable to chart the topography of one's interior landscape to [l]ift its lithosphere/ as you would/ the lid of a chest so that we might explore within its rifts and/ escarpment   something in there/ making    new   an   immensity/ that   will  not   diminish. </span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(49 49 49 1)> </span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(49 49 49 1)>                                                -Brian Turner author of </span><em style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(49 49 49 1)>The Wild Delight of Wild Things</em></p><p><br></p>