To Make An Island of a Street Corner is Anacaona Rocio Milagro's palm reading of her beloved people. She extends the forefingers in her warm hands, and stanzas sprawl forward:

"birds living in a quiet corner of earth / must have burst open / mid-flight / staining the glass of sunset /without Witness," she writes this, and Uptown chants her name. So maybe this is a palm reading for all people, breathing with heartbeats. This book is a call and response.

These poems are holy. This poet is in the trenches, reading our charts and hearts with her keen poetic eye. She pens sharply: "My sister's the wife of the wind. / Her first husband was a solar eclipse. / We birthed every demigod in existence."

Milagro lyrically endears us with the island's arms. This city's block is vast, and here, all boats rise.

Mahogany L. Browne, Author of Chrome Valley