<DIV><p><div><i>But a Storm is Blowing From Paradise</i> emerges at a time when science is discovering more and more about the mystical particles that make up our universe and our bodies. From tidal forces and prairie burns to ruminations on racial identity while standing at the foot of Mount Rushmore, these poems chart a travelogue through mental and physical landscapes and suggest that place, time, love, and bodies are all shifts in the “undulate cosmos.” Straddling the lyrical and experimental, these poems conjure and connect the cosmological, the carnal, and the personal in a country—and a universe—that is gobbling itself into oblivion. <i>But a Storm is Blowing From Paradise</i> is in love with the universe of language—its forms, its sounds, and even its static.</div></p></DIV>