Trash Witch

Luminous intelligence spills from these poems, a ＂hum of starlight＂ to accompany us in

our daily rounds, ＂keeping the atoms organized / patted into the shape / of a body,＂ if

occasionally feeling ＂homesick / for who knows what.＂ McCollough answers that ＂what,＂

nourishing an essential hunger.

--Heather Treseler, author of Auguries & Divinations