To My Dreamcatcher, Robin’s first full-length collection, begins with a bird’s journey and winds through encounters with ghosts and dreamcatchers, trees and rushing falls, to a spiritual place inside a painting, the moon, a national park. As she travels through her past in the title poem, “To My Dreamcatcher,” an elegy to her late husband, she moves from margins to the page’s middle, and finds a comfortable place in which to tell her story. Within such spaces, Robin tackles the challenge: as a woman alone, finishing life well.
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