This collection is loosely based on astrology, by which I mean the title of each poem is an astrological referent but the poem itself has a life of its own.  The first begins:

Signs

There are signs everywhere
A horse neighing in a thunderstorm
A penny heads up on the sidewalk
Your face in the coffee cup grinds.
How do I know what is a sign
And what is just the dead self of matter?
Who will tell me what to hope for
If I cannot stomach the current palette of gods?