Mary Buchinger's The Book of Shores is a meditation into the nature of being, one that recognizes that "there once was a self/ known only to self// who carried the sea/ wherever she went." The verses in this collection are both restless and still, formally inventive and thrumming with lines that are "always talking/ about more than one thing." It's a collection that takes risks to name the ineffable, to chart the topography of one's interior landscape,...