Mary Florio is interested in the concept of transmission, of how so many things-virus, hate, despair, fear-all the willful seeds of undoing-follow us poor humans around in a cloud of unknowing. The pandemic has taught the world loneliness, but we have always been lonely, and wounded. We just can't see it. We're in the fog, always.

"These poems seem shrouded in mist, the meaning always elusive, as though we are forced to drive through veils to find the meaning through this surreal landscape. What an exquisite and beautiful book!" -Maria Mazziotti Gillan, American Book Award winner

"The Fog is a triumph, capturing truths so clear and elemental we might, in our justifiable fear, have failed to recognize them." -Catherine Doty, author of Wonderama and Momentum