Cosmophagy

If you sit up at night thinking about leaves realizing "they're each alone / and out on a limb," or wait for "each day to be sliced in half" -- even if you don't admit you do -- David Oestreich is your poet. Like Thoreau, he begins by turning to nature; like Whitman, he sees every plant, every animal (even the newly-departed) as a brother. COSMOPHAGY is a love song to the earth, to language, and to you. Come. Listen. The voice you hear may speak to your own.