The essays and poems in Palindrome were born as morning journal entries, riverside scribblings, and phone notes from ridgetops when words howled for freedom. They celebrate the emerald ripple of the Pacific Northwest and embrace departed family, raspberry sunrises, imminent storms, and the bloodshot stare of a sharp-shinned hawk. In the way that a palindrome reads identically, start to finish to start, and contains an internal reflection nudging against infinity, these writings reflect on our relationship with events and beings, beautiful and timeless.
