The debut collection by Macgregor Card is a book that leaps and swerves through countries and times. It bounds through and on language, repetition, and inversions forging a path into sophisticated surprise. Martin Corless-Smith says: "there is at times a kind of joy, but I had to come back to this time and again to make sure I wasn't just reading craziness, but in the end of course I was, but a beautiful sustained outpouring...Here the song drives the engine and finds often quite brilliant solutions." Card writes:

I am climbing a tree too high for words whose leaves are as green as they ought to be

Card's words reach as high into the strange and unsayable.

This book review originally appeared in American Poets.