Lone Yellow Flower by Erika Gill

Rendered in pigeon wing and trachea, worm and teeth, incense and exhaust, Erika Gill's Lone Yellow Flower manifests the world—ragged, raw, and beautiful—as scrying pools to peer into interiority, to see love and rage and sorrow riot, writhe, and swirl. This is a book for anyone who has stood before the opened earth and let the scent of loam take them elsewhere, for anyone who has cut their palm and saw there an unspoken language. "a millstone at my neck / toss me in the mossy pond / my craft would make me float"

—Todd Dillard, author of Ways We Vanish & Ragnarök at the Father-Daughter Dance