This collection is a study in contrasts where the past is the present, only to become the past again when you catch it in an alternate light. The last queen of Egypt winds herself in her mummy wrappings, only to unravel the bindings to take a telephone call or cruise the internet. Shadows of who she was or might have been in a different time or place flicker in and out, though she is past being able to alter the outcomes. But every poem exudes the almost liquid murkiness that you find in the best afterlife/underworld art, where the faint warmth of life is blown gently into the coldness of death.