Ours, by Finley Bullard Evans

There is only one word for love in the English language. So we write poetry– to fill the gaps of what we know love to be. Finley Bullard Evans’ new collection is a necessary compendium for anyone brave enough to transcend the limitations of a one-size-fits-all definition of such a crucial word. These poems offer up a love that tacks back and forth between grief and joy. We meet love that sustains, loves that die. Love that is fierce and tender, sure-footed and shaky. Love that sores and loves that crash, chattering things–families, faiths, identities–and then mending them, making them if not whole again then new and ready for what’s next. –T. J. Beitelman