What good is suffering? Why does it happen? How do we go on? In her much-anticipated seventh collection, Mary Ann Samyn brings her eye for beauty, however fleeting, and her signature wit to bear on these questions. "The Book of Grief trails off, or I lose my place," she writes, looking up, out, in, away?, by turns haunted or reassured by dreams and memories, kept company by nature. "Will there ever be comfort again in this life?" Mary Ann asks, " God so loved the world , we are told. / I walk the neighborhood where I left off being a child. / There is nothing doing, save a light breeze."