Benjamin Friedlander's first book in twelve years, Some Cares, is also his most autobiographical. Moving deftly from crude fact to abstract condition, the poems document a difficult decade of eldercare and mourning, of aging, unease, and fragmented knowledge. Of light and dark in alternation, seasonal rhythm, currents of feeling

The five stages of history Isolation Barter

Amnesia

Denial Anger Depression

Everything gets to happen

at least once, hypothetically;

the eventual will occur.

It all comes down

like snow, but doesn't stick My heart

is a cup that never fills.

I sip from it on occasion.