David Baker's remarkable new book of poems is a quietly lyrical, heart-felt journey through divorce--and out again, into a world of joy and mystery. Part autobiography, part chronicle, the collection is cunningly written in apparent free-verse lines that are anything but "free." The sly blank verse "is remarkable"--as James Reiss comments in his October 1 review: "ars est celere artem."
This book is expansive & polished, the topics covered are wonderful & handled in a delicate manner. There is hate & love & nature, all weaved together in a cohesive bunch. This is my first book of David Baker's that I've owned, & I don't have a single regret. This makes me want to strive to write more elegant & expansive myself.