This is a small book, with a huge impact. Siegel writes poems of 1920s Oregon, which take you to that time, and place. He writes of more modern times. He writes of moths, that may be butterflies, that drink from extinct stars. His poetry singss of a lone wolf who travelled across Oregon to California in search of a mate. He tells of getting a window seat on the wrong side of the plane.
Some poems are sad, some are nostalgic, all are beautiful. Scot Siegel is a master at the craft of writing poems.