These poems invite us in to the spaces between things, into "...a pause of breath/ between the known/ and the next...between the lake/and the coral clouds/of morning..." They invite us to let go for a time of the words inside of us and to just make a space, to experience liminal places of possibilities without ever being pushed across any particular threshold. Cooper invites us to make a space, to let our bodies fill with a million stars, to linger the way "...green lingers/in the trees..." and to notice how "....the old poems/make a beautiful fire..." These are the kinds of poems that can keep a person warm and you might say human, "...you might say/shimmering..." -Ellie Schoenfeld, Author of The Dark Honey, Former Duluth Poet