Book Description: Winner of the 1996 Stan and Tom Wick Poetry Prize"Many of the poems in Rosemary Willey's Intended Place are flawless meditations on possibility and denial. The voice in these poems is straightforward, and there isn't an emotional placebo behind the terse syntax and the believable imagery."From the very first few pages, we realize that this voice embodies empathy and a to-the-point inquiry. Rosemary Willey cannot keep her mind off the real things of this world, touching life where it feels good and where it pains, always snapping the chanced wishbone, and we are more blessed and richer for her daring talent."--Yusef Komunyakaa, JudgeThe House We Pass ThroughIt is just a family. I am just a girl posing at the mirror in a flowered cotton shift, combing back my short hair, deciding whether I'm beautiful. I know the creak in the floor by heart and the hiss of the door behind me, drawing itself shut. When I cross the room, my brothers and sisters don't care, their faces turn to the tv set. From under the basement stairwell I see my mother lifting laundry from the dryer, my oldest brother behind her, white as a sheet. The slosh, slosh of the washer muffles my mother's words. Buck up, Buck up, I hear her warning. The next of us is about to be born.