Says Series Editor, Leslie McGrath, "In Taxonomy of the Missing, the past is present, finely-detailed and filtered--but never diminished--by the kind of tender regret that accrues only after decades of lived experience. 'I fought my miniature wars. Here are/ my relics' declares the speaker of one poem, offering the only thing wisdom's good for: self-acceptance. Here beats the rhythm of 'an unconfounded, ordinary heart.'"