"In a poem I consecrate all that forgotten life through memory, cast like a light on my life and the lives of others. The poet is the Lazarus of the poem, rising up with it. In the time of the poem it is still possible to find courage for the present moment. The life imagined in the poem has been known to affect the speaker, the reader, their sense of what can be salvaged or abandoned in a life. However, if we are like the blind man whose reality in the instant of 'now' ends at the tip of his stick as he walks along the cliff, we must still believe in falling. The poem, for all its beauty, is a construct, and though the words in it may give the fiercest light, we cannot live there."
". . . a vivid work, one that can be of substantial use to new writers needing direction and encouragement—and a vocabulary to talk about their writing."