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<p>The poems in Kay Cosgrove's first collection, <i>Anybody Home?</i> are driven by curiosity - about herself, the world, and her place in it. Witty and elegantly restrained, they ask the question: how do we live the lives we've made for ourselves? Cosgrove roams from barrooms to checkout lines to the enigma of motherhood; she is a teenager responsible for a sack-of-flour-as-a-baby, and then an adult driving a teenage babysitter home. She explores the texture of our connections to strangers, family, ourselves, and illuminates the sublime in the unimportant. The poems in <i>Anybody Home?</i> embrace life's sweetness and shadows. Here, the ordinary is unfathomable and the ineffable is ordinary.</p><p>At dusk last night I blew the biggest bubble<br>for my girls. It captured everything: <br>the black shutters and dead-headed geraniums, </p><p>two cars and two girls and a skinny man<br>pulling weeds - all of it<br>so hard to see</p><p>except when it floats<br>in a crystal ball<br>right before your eye.</p><p>Excerpt from "God's Law is not Fully Knowable to Human Beings, Thomas Aquinas Wrote" by Kay Cosgrove</p>