The poems in The Journeymen wander from the high desert of Arizona to the bars of Ireland; from the library at Columbia University to the classrooms of a juvenile detention center; from the streets of Los Angeles to a hike up Mars Hill to a lonely Greyhound highway all in search of the little narratives that create the meaning in our increasingly fragmented lives.  The wandering women and men who inhabit these poems give a voice to the beautiful and flawed humans lingering on the periphery of contemporary society.  Reading The Journeymen is like lovingly stroking that scar you picked up in a forgotten life.