The thirty-three poems in this collection were discovered and put together after his recent death. It's a small collection, a small habitation for a big spirit; it might be a good introduction for someone who does not know his previous work, because the pieces come from all periods of Acorn's writing life. There are structured, familiar entrances—sonnet, haiku, four-line stanzas—and there are rough, hacked-out openings. But once inside, the reader forgets the form. There are both light and warmth and darker places with a chill: