I so admire the range and intensity of this amazing collection. Anderson portrays the processes of grief viscerally in her fierce elegies for friends, but other closely observed pieces are variously ekphrastic and historical; a number of poems treat gendered violence. She's also a poet of brilliant and surprising vocabulary. One of the blurbs rightly calls her diction "jagged and spiky"--it has a remarkable texture even as it treats the tactile experience of feeling cloth or walking on shells. I don't think there's a living poet in English who evokes the sense of touch more powerfully.