"Katie Proctor's Seasons is a collection of temporal elegant epiphanies well suited to a pandemic plagued culture. In Firsts," Proctor writes of the knowledge that shadows such experiences- 'knowing nothing will ever be quite like this again.' She speaks of distanced lovers imagining touching flesh and pressing flowers of the other's hometown into a book. The tactile details of this collection are timely in their taunts of the 'melted endlessness.' Proctor describes in 'An Empty Infinity.' It is both a precise description of the condition we are experiencing in the Covid era as well as a reminder that this is but another uncomfortable season that will eventually succumb to another."