Rosalind Morris reads from her new volume of poetry. From the book's back: "Rosalind Morris’s sonorous For Lack of a Dictionary reads like the answer to prayers I don’t quite remember making. But I must have made them. Because, line by line, poem by poem that’s the feeling: thanks. From the beckoning in 'Memory gives up / what starlight won’t forget' to the bracing in 'human order: / everyone burns their witches,' my thanks to this poet for re-measuring the meeting of metabolic onrush in what’s lyrical with the restraint, deliberate, knowing and knowledge require."
—Ed Pavlić, author of Outward: Adrienne Rich's Expanding Solitudes