Chera Hammons' 'Recycled Explosions' places us in an elusive and at times frightening narrative, moving along Judas-filled landscapes where we may or may not "find a way back to what [we] know." Perhaps whatever inheritance we once had-or believed in-is gone. Still, Hammons "keeps vigil." Her poems remind us that, despite the times we live in, we seek to be blessed, even if the angel we wrestle turns out to be only a "reflection" of ourselves.