The poems in The Lord of Everywhere are about strength and courage and the will to hold on, about home and homelessness, and the tension that floats like Emily’s feather between knowing what home means and finding our true home. These poems praise those caught between glaciers of clarity and wildfires of cruelty, those who take that new step, which Dostoevsky called our greatest fear. These poems honor those who make their way home each day, together or alone, and who still believe, somehow, inexplicably, almost wordlessly, in love that endures, even in the flames.