'Each poem in this anthology is an anabranch in itself-a deviation from the mainstream; a moment where time would seem to stand still; a 'stay against the confusion of the world' in Robert Frost's memorable phrasing. There something anabranch-ish about our moment, as our deviation from what life was in 2020 reconnects further down stream in 2022. Rivers moved from drought to fullness to flood. Our communities were pushed and pulled either side of the poverty line. We oscillated between an open world and isolation.'
Source: Publisher's blurb.