"What we keep hidden. / The gape we leave for it to slip through." Nancy Carol Moody's second collection of poems is rich with the contradictions inherent in the living of a full and human life. The House of Nobody Home is a conversation with self and the world, a safe-house for the smallest or largest interrogation of what is familiar or unknown or unknowable. Moody draws us into an existence fraught with precariousness-"Right now your feet could be straddling a fault line"-not to instill fear of the unnamed, but to bring into light that which has been present all along-"It stood here all...