Traverse is a book that seems to have all of Earth in mind, all its places and creatures, not as sentimental other but companions. Craft's poems are certain, his language a landscape of its own--hard, pressured, and flecked like sedimentary rock--that occasionally upends the reader as a form of tectonics. The poems take the reader into them and explore life's traversals--its changes, uncertainties, losses--as simultaneously exceptional and mundane. They seek, it seems, to reunite with Earth, burrowing in rather than away.
