Nostalgia for a World Where We Can Live

These poems notice the day in the wind, the night tucked up to the train tracks, and a slipping-in of yesterday, memory-laden, alongside the promise of a more hopeful tomorrow. Here is the Midwest, vibrant and relic, in the ongoing years of collapse and recovery. Here the constant companionship of weather lays claim to its own field of vision. Here, too, devastation: what's left after. Berlin reminds us we are at the mercy of rivers, oceans, earth, wind, rain, blizzard, drought, and each other. "Maybe what I mean / to say is that I've come to see all the names we might / recognize destruction by," Berlin's speaker discovers. "We might / sometimes, stupidly, call it
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