If We Could Know Our Bones, by Mary Carroll-Hackett is a full length, 82 page collection of poetry.

Two words--"listen; build"--nest quietly in one of the poems from Mary Carroll-Hackett's beautiful/tough/fragile collection, If We Could Know Our Bones. They are seeds from which she conjures and nurtures a world of words simple and complex; lives brief and infinite; love physical and soul-full; spirit deeply rooted in the earth and carried on the wind. "The apples don't last. She buys them anyway," she writes, and: "The only reason to live / is to...

This second full collection of prose poems from Mary Carroll-Hackett traces through a life spent in liminal places, particularly that often shadowy and always sacred realm between life and death, touching on both the isolation and the grace, even the bliss, such an existence can bring. Poems made of love and heartbreaking loss, the collection works toward healing, a reconciliation of soul and self, of body and spirit, of the peace to be found even while walking with a foot in both worlds.