""In the first poem in Matthew Campbell Roberts's searching collection, a father advises his son streamside: 'Fish the close waters first, / then work your way out.' And this is exactly what the poet does here, gathering into his net the shorelines, rivers, and estuaries of his beloved Pacific Northwest, its gray, wet skies, its cutthroat trout and salmon, as well as family and the weight and cost of memory. Measuring beauty against pove ..."