John Beach's third collection of poetry. These 35 (mostly) terzanelle poems peer into the innerworkings and day-to-day ventures of the author as he struggles to not put the past so much in front of him. He also spends just a wee bit too much time inside of Doctors' offices and at Urgent Care.

The terzanelle is a French/Italian adaptation of the terza rima to the villanelle form. Each terzanelle is meant to be 19 lines long (ten syllables each), composed of five triplets with a concluding quatrain, and are written in iambic pentamater. I don't pay much attention to where my metrical feet are stepping, but I enjoy the puzzle-like nature of this form and the subtlety of the repeating lines, the variations in meaning. I also enjoy breaking the lines and changing punctuation.