Lone Pine

The last sky of yesterday the first of today trees jagging into what light there is. No telling which is which without captions. No labels suffice for skies in transit. Call the night that fell between them a day. Rooted in landscapes and listening, Siddhartha Menon's Lone Pine is a vivid meditation on topography, time and the shifting nature of identity. The poems move with grace and intensity, carrying the reader from stillness to revelation, from the immediate to the far-flung. In 'Settings',