This collection seems to have been written with vapor-the unseen made visible through James Siegel's intuitive eye. The poems also form an elegy of place, Ohio. Personal phantoms populate this physical and metaphysical locus. Haunted by history and its ruins, the poet deciphers " t]hat fur-covered / folklore crawling out from under the skin." Recasting stanzas into incantations, Siegel conjures memories that "brush the sides of your face, / rest in the tangles of your hair." Finally, ghosts become the Holy Ghost, with "a congregation of wings," with "the rattle of the rosary." Angelic...
This collection seems to have been written with vapor-the unseen made visible through James Siegel's intuitive eye. The poems also form an elegy o...