“Comparable to apples, hiding complex sonnets,” the poems of Diana Adams have the density of objects or living things and the width of the most elaborate metaphysical conceit. Sharp snaps of landscapes, beasts of field and fable, keepsakes and dolls, linguistic and imagistic objects accrue in a living assemblage, the shop where every bit of bric-a-brac is a vital memory, a find, a jewel. A magpie dazzler of a book, Hello Ice is, quite explicitly, a world of refraction, re-layering, and rebirth – this is what happens when Alchemy meets Project, and off they go waltzing into the forest together. —Ana Božicevic