Lisa Fishman's fourth collection of poetry employs multiple acts of archiving. While sections of the book offer a glimpse of records from the past, in the form of found notebooks and other historical ephemera, there is much about the collection that feels wholly experiential, presented through task lists, recipes, and the smallest moments from domestic scenes.

The midwestern setting of the text, its spareness, and particularity offer an intimacy that feels akin to the work of Lorine Niedecker. The added layer of a continual push at the boundaries of time and space further establishes the generous experimental lyric that has come to be Fishman's signature.

This book review originally appeared in American Poets, fall 2011, issue 41.