Green Shaded Lamps

". . . greenness is ambiguous here: the poems themselves are like green shaded lamps, their vitality obscuring, in a matter essentially and necessarily human, what might otherwise be pure light." —Martha Collins, Sojourner

"The poems . . . are exhilarating in their sureness: the rhythms varied, but invariably satisfying; the voice mature; the diction flawless without being predictable." —Gary Miranda