When William Heath began writing poetry in the 1960s, James Wright hailed him as one of the most brilliantly accomplished and gifted young poets to appear in the United States in quite some time. Now after an award-winning career as a novelist, historian, and literary critic, he has returned to his first love. Night Moves in Ohio vividly captures his memories of growing up in Poland, Ohio, a suburb of mobbed-up Youngstown, the city at the heart of the thriving Steel Valley but notorious as Little Chicago for its numerous gang-land bombings ( Youngstown tune-ups ). Heath’s poems, by turns raunchy and poignant, evoke via his unblinking eye, ironic asides, and acute ear for the American idiom, the dangers and delights of a by-gone era.