r there would be nothing to immortalize in writing.

In Sierra DeMulder's melancholic yet hopeful poetry collection, Ephemera, she writes with the wisdom of someone who has learned to love and lose.

The poems read delicately, fleeting memories on the page. The deaths of family members who clung to life, the vital and breathing love she feels for her wife, DeMulder ruminates on what will come and what will fade.

Throughout this exploration of impermanence, you can feel the warmth DeMulder holds for her family in every line, even the moments she wishes she could forget.

Ephemera brings to life a complicated truth: that which is most ephemeral, most fleeting, is ultimately all that lasts.