Doug May writes intense, acute poems both in regular metre and end-rhyme and in free verse. His language is by turns casual and conversational and richly imagistic. Many of these poems surprise with the sudden dexterous swerve of a simile. Realistic surfaces suddenly fracture, opening into something else. He says of this volume:
These poems were written over a period of 40 years. No chronological order is implied.
This book is not intended to come after the others. Which are not finished. Though maybe completed.
It may or may not be the most recent in time. Or the final item in a series.
It may even last. But last is not given.
Listen to the music of Morton Feldman for additional possibilities....