These are bold poems, rugged and good, hard the way diamonds should be, but the way coconuts are as well. These works both sustain and delight, but what I am sayings most is they crack open, and constantly.
Past the tired cemetery where the three year old

Asks what’s that little city made of teeth These poems surprise and push, line by line.

–Alberto Rios, judge of the 1996 Four Way Books Award Series