The House the Spirit Builds explores human-crafted and natural landscapes from a variety of angles. An image of a slice of light falling across a tablecloth, three oranges in a red bowl, a black beetle on a leaf: poems that speak of moments "when the dragonfly lands and grips the skin / on the back of your hand" or "rain stops falling / but / hangs around / like the shape of lust / in bedsheets"--The impressions and expression vary, but all are informed by sense of place and aim to take understanding to a more visceral plane.