Eric Pankey's arresting ninth collection of poems, Trace, sits at the threshold between faith and doubt--between the visible and the invisible, the sayable and the ineffable, the physical and the metaphysical. In Trace, Pankey creates images of both stark beauty and stark truth. The skeleton of a burning home becomes a children's drawing of a house. The waning moon wears a mask, sheds grit, disappears in "straw effigy." And...