In Corey D. Cook brings the poet's eye and sensibilities to artifacts and occasions both common and uncommon, such as a fishing trip, a mother's grief, the Donald Hall estate sale, a splitting wedge and the drawer filled with the detritus of accumulated living: "His and hers phone chargers / in an inexplicable knot, / bound together / like a solemn vow." Through the perceptive lens of Cook's poetry, his gift for metaphor, we are able to say with new and deeper understanding: , author of and (Beech River Books) Corey D. Cook's poetry is accessible, and that is not a bad thing. Indeed, we have privileged access to his economy of words-that like a quick cut from a stiletto, makes us stop short and catch our collective breath. His poems incorporate it all, from a dead cow, manure on Donald Hall's estate in New Hampshire, to an image of a gone-to-seed snowman as an omen of depression. The banal is profound in Cook's work-he is a high holy poet of the extraordinary in the ordinary. , founder of Ibbetson Street Press and Creative Writing faculty at Endicott College As I read Corey D. Cook's commanding new poetry collection , I am reminded of that particular pain when accidentally stepping on one of my children's Legos in the middle of the night; the hopping, followed by the cussing. , similarly, delves into the unrelenting push and pull of family life, counseling sessions and those things left unsaid, of pots boiling over, and small children sneaking into their parents' bed like in the poem, "Splitting Wedge"- And in the poem, "Junk Drawer (IV)," we discover- . I strongly recommend Cook's , a glorious read. (Kelsay Books)