From Publishers Weekly
Craig's third book, like his first two, is a playful and straightforward examination of the everyday turned on its head. His motives, though mutable, are consistent-- I believe in tacos and mortification --and his approach is at once no-nonsense and consciously silly: œAfter lunch a human head came out, on its own,/ from behind the boathouse./ This was supposedly an omen / but we took it as an inconvenience. His offbeat remarks are a source of surprising amusement and yet somehow familiar. œOne statue in particular makes me feel like a mime./ A professional mime. But not a successful one./ One of the lesser mimes. If nothing else, this book will show you that œHumans learn early to smile to keep from being eaten. Also to aid/ in procreation. Those are the only reasons, and that it is possible to have œweather for feelings. Craig (Yes, Master) is a fun read, and his accessibility makes his latest book an enjoyable experience for new and seasoned readers alike.
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"That Michael Earl Craig’s poems are continually as lean, well-proportioned, and finely chiseled as that other Renaissance giant, Michelangelo’s David (no relation), proves he has nothing at all to hide." Coldfront
"The book provides many poems that are worth sharing with non-poets, not only because the lines are enjoyable, but also because the candor and straightforward nature of the work dispels the myth that poetry is abstract and inaccessible." Front Porch