"Its terrible, / getting what you want, / because thats when you know youll always want / something different" confesses the speaker in Cradling Monsoons with a fabulously poignant bravado that keeps the reader tractor-beamed in thrall and enthralled within the light of these smart, funny, heartbreakingly gorgeous poems. Opening with a poem about a father who "cut down his family tree / to build a bridge from Kokomo to San Francisco thats still burning," the speaker in Sarah McKinstry-Browns poems conversely puts down roots and stays for the birth of a first child whose arrival sets the city...