The Arrows That Choose Us

In The Arrows That Choose Us, Marilyn Annucci& 39;s poems of quiet observation startle with their precision: a curmudgeonly crow trapped in a yard opens his wing like a set of black cards ; the knife at the bottom of a dishpan is a mute battleship gone down on its side ; Houdini is holding his breath at the bottom of your bathtub. Metaphysical in scope, this collection offers meditations on intimacy and mortality, technology and luck. Annucci finds humor even in places of loneliness or disappointment, reminding us how& 34;the arrows that choose us& 34; never fail to tear us awake.