I have been counting ways of holding you. But I bear no seeds, no chariot, no home. And I have never seen a passing. - Eleusinian Mystery Nikita Bastin s first collection of poems, Anchor, explores society and its forgotten. Bastin walks through her existence with spirit, a temper, and the wonder of a child beginning to comprehend grief. She reflects on her growth, breathing life into everything from Shere Khan of The Jungle Book to the woman across her condo, and finds herself at the conclusion: It has become too late for my heart. Bastin s collection is a quest, a hunt that never quite succumbs to panic; slowly and deliberately, she searches for something to hold.