To 2040

It is rare to find in one collection an entire skyline burning and the quiet to follow a single worm, to hear soil breathe — in Jorie Graham's fifteenth poetry collection, you do. Jorie Graham’s fifteenth poetry collection, To 2040 , opens in question punctuated as fact: “Are  we / extinct yet. Who owns / the map.” In these visionary new poems, Graham is part historian,  part cartographer as she plots an apocalyptic world where rain must be translated, silence sings  louder than s