Karen J. Weyant's chapbook, Stealing Dust ($12, Finishing Line Press), is one of the most cohesive collections I've ever read. The narrative arc of the poems is thoughtful and full of forward motion. These poems go deep into the heart of living and growing up in a mill town, offering up precise and beautiful moments of blue-collar Americana. The speaker watches her father go to work every day in the mill, and eventually goes to work there herself. You can practically smell the heat and dust on these poems, how the mill itself stains the skin and gets deep under fingernails. There's a spirituality at work in these poems, and a sense of pride in the work, despite it's monotony and danger.