In Simple Fact, Bronwen Newcott explores the intricacies of family over generations, "the daughter-mother-sun / rising on repeat." The collection is a meditation between the seen and the unseen, the "simple fact" and "shadow between... fingers," insisting that muscular love exists between the two. Newcott's play forward and backwards in time allows mother and father to be specific, vocational, and archetypal at once. From a juicy orange dripping to the elbow, to the chalky scrim of loss that shadows a generation, Newcott's poems seek "small sweet proof" that we are living.