Year of Last Things

Many of the poems in here are lovely and poke at reminiscence and finality in various ways. "Various" is the key word there; it feels unfocused as a collection, linked inconsistently in the most abstract ways without a real thread to follow in any sense. There's nothing inherently wrong with this, as the individual poems are still good to read, but it's always a little weird reading something like this over the course of a day or two, rapidly jumping between scattered ideas.