and all floating implementsstar studded saintsand gemstone dreamsmoon smoke      incensesquandered speechhearts that have wanderedstrangers squinting at the skythe cello notes risinglight escaping through a crack in the walldandelion fluff on a newborn’s headowl windthe old woma

Without a Claim Grace Schulman rsquo s dazzling seventh poetry collection immerses us in a richly textured world where ldquo dread-and-joy rdquo are neighbors ldquo Charles Street Psalm rdquo and nothing is truly ours ldquo We rent borrow or share even our bodies and never own all that