In Passerine, Kirsten Luckins' epistolary poems distill the daily process of grieving, healing, remembering, through nature's wild and atomic industry. Reading this collection is like pressing your ear to the ground to hear the orchestra of the world: alive with buzzing hum and beating wing; death, all the while, lurking on the doorstep. The language is lush, tack-sharp and playful, capturing both the contradictions of being in and of the world, and the rare honesty of a true and fierce friendship. It's this friendship that binds the collection: a golden thread of sunlight.