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Borg Again, a fawn with a church bell for a front leg, lives in a manger made from a hoof. This Cassandra is the kind of carillon that inhabits Lori Anderson Moseman's new collection Temporary Bunk: "...Her whole being shook;/ her running scattered/ her herd & those who heard." From the mountains of Colorado to the banks of the Delaware River, these poems ponder the ephemeral nature of human homes and homemaking myths. In the section, "Temporary Bunk," readers watch a mountaineer tie theology in knots; in "Temporary Ark," readers help mop up after a flood. The final section "Temporary Borg" limps its way into a dancing meditation on species and space. Geologic. Kinesthetic. Sonic. Anderson Moseman searches for a safe acoustical dwelling place.
"Temporary Bunk has the kind of spirit you want in a volume of poetry - wide and surprising. You want a book that can take you places and this one will - from the dry mountain expanses of the West to the flooded East, from art to heart."
Victoria Boynton, co-editor, Herspace: Women Winning Solitude
"Temporary Bunk climbs, presses and plods - flooding our eyes and ears in musicality's riffs and image's re-visions, with multiplicity in meaning and landscape."
Deborah Poe, author of Our Parenthetical Ontology