Crow Search is as serious as it is insane. It hosts a gamut of tones presented through lyrical phrasing. It is poetry best read aloud – evoking and emphasizing these vacillating tones. On the one hand, it is personal and clearly heartfelt; on the other, overtly political and hell bent. And the midsection of this three-part collection is principally absurd in nature. The author believes Crow Search is as good as it is bad i.e. the quality, or lack thereof, of its craft. Quality of content is not easily objectified. In effect, it attempts to make a statement of how life treats us – at least those who would be reading an assortment of American poetry. That said, some may find it maniacal, or even self-indulgent, but at no time does it approach pedantic. If it appears in spots to be didactic and stuffy, the tone has become toneless, and the author’s facetious invention has become satisfied. It is tongue-in-cheek; it is a work of fiction. There is no motive, thesis, or centerpiece. It avoids such singularity in the hope it captures a larger, more versatile tenor. It is not about a fixed perspective, but an endless journey, a search for experience, and a desire to create a lasting visual impression and verbal memory. Do not take Crow Search too seriously. The author is not about lessons, but he is about laughter and thought. It is a book long in the making, and one that took several years to compile. Keep in mind, its very unsystematic quality suggests its very intention.