From the wilds of the rural Midwest comes Carol Hill Marks's new volume of over thirty poems, grounded in memory and dreams. Inspired by a visit to her hometown after a long absence, Marks reveals a world where the candy dish is always full but the banks of the flooded creek are mighty slippery. Turn over a couple of rocks here, and you could find a crawdad but most likely some irony as well as sweet redemption.

In this new collection, Carol Hill Marks writes trenchantly, lighting up the night with poems that are piercingly true. Her poems wrestle with the fickleness of the artist's muse, falling in love with 17th century painters, dealing with the clutch on a 1962 Ford Falcon, and seeking the true identities of farm tractors. As always, memories of her family and her dream life continue to circle their wagons, attempting to define the boundaries of her poetry. Carol Hill Marks is also the author of You Know Where We Were, a collection of poems about growing up in small town Indiana.

Carol Hill Marks's third book of poetry digs deep into the subsoil of great nature, and comes up with images that help us access unexpected wildness. She would like to know what the crickets are actually saying, and would not mind if a panther settled in the woods nearby to keep the deer population down. Her nature poems remind us of our connection to the earth as well as to the cosmos. Each one could serve as a focus for daily meditation. Marks is also the author of two other collections of poetry: You Know Where We Were, and I Dreamed I Met Vermeer.