Poetry. As a long-time admirer of Jack Anderson’s poetry, I am again impressed by his enduring mastery of the art. His latest collection reveals all his wit, his wayward charm, and the innocence that allows him his shocking honesty–qualities that have always marked his poems but are here even more sharply evident. With urban sophistication and the wide-eyed alertness of a child, he reports from the borders of sanity and beyond, in often-lurid tales that strangely make perfectly good sense. These poems are such fun to read, an antidote to the humorless profundities of our Great Thinkers and Poets, those pompous asses. Long live this mischievous imp of a poet, who replaces the baby Jesus in the church creche with a lecher of a garden gnome! I recommend this delightful poet to the world!–Edward Field.