These poems carry the reader on a journey from the high desert of Arizona to the bars of Ireland, from the library at Columbia University to the classrooms of a juvenile detention center; from the streets of Los Angeles to a hike up Mars Hill to a lonely Greyhound highway, all in search of the little narratives that create the meaning in our increasingly fragmented lives. The wandering women and men who inhabit these little narratives give a voice to the beautiful and flawed humans lingering on the periphery of contemporary society. Reading The Journeymen is like lovingly stroking that scar you picked up in another life, but still sticks to your skin.