Christine Gelineau's CRAVE, her third full-length volume of poetry, provides the hard evidence of the world as it is, while bearing witness to the more we crave. These poems range widely in topic, tone and mode, responding to travels and headlines, but rooting themselves most firmly in Gelineau's life on an upstate New York horse farm, raising foals, living among other-than-human animals, cultivating a large organic garden, all of which informs the sense these poems evoke of the human embedded in the wider world, for better and for worse. In this book, language--that most human of constructs--bears the impress of the longing for the whole and the holy.