In her third poetry collection, Elizabeth Ann cultivates witness to the intersections and complexities of trauma recovery, rebuilding after brain injury, deconstructing childhood faith, fiercely tender hope, and facilitating social justice work. Within goosesong are poetic reveries about hatching from that which is given us, growing into our feathers, and molting as necessary so we may soar above the heartaches of life. It is of distinct truth that the only sound Elizabeth never despises is the symphony of goosesong.