Cusp: Poems

Often set in the poet's home state, the poems of Jennifer Grotz's Cusp find their speaker looking on while ""Leaves in Lubbock curl/ into dark hands,"" ""Tornadoes keep West Texas flat,"" and ""Chest-deep in water in Corpus Christi/...Fish jerk and shiver away until only the faceless remain."" Yet trips to Paris, Rome, and through literature and painting broaden into ""not an end so much as an acceptance.""