Terra Infirma

“Among the shape shifters, we forget who we are,” Ulay’s narrator writes. But who is he to consider himself not one of the shape shifters, but merely someone among them? The characters who inhabit this Terra Infirma move like the displaced, the dispossessed, refugees from both power and history. Whether nightmarish or less ominously dream-like, these 99 paragraphs limn the thought-world of the not quite damned with a vividness perhaps not seen since the very early poems of Mark Strand.