Invisible Strings: Poems

No, I don't know

the way to get there.

Two empty suitcases sit in the corner,

if that's any kind of clue.

—from "Almost Sixty"

Brief, jagged, haiku-like, Jim Moore's poems in Invisible Strings observe time moving past us moment by moment. In that accrual, line by line, is the anxiety and acceptance of aging, the mounting losses of friends to death or divorce, the accounting of frequent flyer mil...