-Bruce Weigl, The Devil in this book cruises the Pacific Coast Highway, but travels far from it in person and in dreams. Is the poet the Devil? Well, Katherine Williams suggests it's possible: "we surfed in our dreams until topsy-turvy/we wiped out into adulthood." Her poems speak of sand, sky, mountains, stars, poppies, and waves. But more than anything they are about wildness and exotic searches for freedom and joy. This is an entrancing, beautiful book. Read it, and savor these memorable lines: "I was a girl. I am not a girl. I do not know what I am./I walk into the river. The song, the book, the light." -Susan Terris, The beauty of this book is that no-one but Katherine Williams could have written it. Its overarching image is powerful: in surfing as in poetry, playing it safe's no good. This poet tries out all sorts of things-from street-talk to science to lyricism, from wild verse to free verse to forms. None of that would matter if she weren't so good at words. One of my favorite line closes "San Quintín Harbor: " "The quiet stones glow like mangos in the sun." "Three Questions" is one of the most alive poems on death I've ever seen. -Lola Haskins,