In Stephanie McKenzie's second collection, grace wanders through snowdrifts and late nights and finds its way to Northern Ireland, Newfoundland, and the United States. In these poems, grace feels a particular affinity with Van Gogh, with Sylvia Plath, with women who can no longer speak for themselves. We learn that grace must wander even with the lonely sight of crows.
Stephanie was a good friend during my one year master's program at the University of Toronto, so you can take my rating with a nip o' salt. Still I enjoyed reading her poetic voice.