'In Mark Mahemoff's Urban Gleanings the routine of the urban commute, punctured by fragile incidents and ruminations, is interspersed with poems drumming against mortality, such as the refugees whose -corpses washed to shore / all in the same boat-. Many poems are shaded by nostalgia and a tinkering unease: an old garage where -dreams often end up in mothballs-, parents and children cagily circling each other, or watching balloons -disappear into their past-. As well as these segmented descriptions of daily life demarcated by a crowded metropolis, two long centos chronicle some...