Abstract
Foreign Homes, Joan Crate's second book of poems, explores domesticity and dislocation, where what was thought to be home becomes alien, and where the alien is, piece by piece, made into home -- often in such simple, physical acts as laying a table, or driving a highway, or reassembling a tom photograph. In Crate's careful hands, the knife that cuts the vegetables for dinner can transform the blade-edge of a distant war.