<div>“Jim Moore writes of history, of love, of pain, of the intimate revelations of a consciousness alive to itself.” —C. K. williams<br><br><b>It is not beautiful, this dying,</b><br><b>but it is what this god has for a tool.</b><br><b> —from “Blood Harmony”</b><br><br>Jim Moore's sixth collection—urgent and devotional—bears down on loss and how to render it in art with clarity enough to outlast our small, brief lives. These poems explore the places where the self meets the world, whether in the guise of a dying mother, another country, or a war fought against one's wishes, in one's own name.<br></div>