You can move from city to city, but escape from one place doesn't solve old problems, it sounds new alarms. These poems-which range from suburban Long Island and the barstools of New Orleans to rural Thailand and the reef bottoms of the Philippines-remind us that places can be fled, but the impact of experience remains. Requiem for the Tree Fort I Set on Fire is a coming to terms with a scorched earth policy toward the past. It bears witness to the struggle, perhaps the futility, of traveling the world to find the self.