To an Anchorage schoolyard invaded by a bull moose. To
a spot at Lord Rothschilds tea table. To the uncharted,
unfathomable territory of an aging mothers dementia.
To the end of a Chrysler assembly line in Detroit.
With lively wit and an eye for striking imagery, Sharon
Lask Munson takes us all over this world and through
generations of family history and lore. Her poems invite
us into both macrocosm and microcosm-that place in
which "Earth rotates on its axis/ and a vine maple drops
its last red leaf."
-Paulann Petersen, Oregon Poet Laureate



Sharon Lask Munsons fi rst full-length...