Pebble Leaf Feather Knife

Polly Brown found the shape for this book in a game for noticing the world. The poems themselves, both lyric and narrative, both free and formed, grew from rock and water, white pine and pigeon hawk, bayonet and lullaby; from conversations between a beach walker and a slab of granite, or an island farmer and her runaway goose, or between canoe makers and the birch whose skin will become their canoe.