Gnawing on a Thin Man

Poetry. "You can feel these stirring, whirlwinding poems, each echoing each, bits and pieces surfacing here, disappearing there, only to resurface, thrillingly unexpectedly, spinning you around again. 'One thing leads to another' and another and another; and when at the end you're 'on (your) knees, right ear to the ground,' the rumbling below is palpable. Don't bother packing a lunch: the larder is brimming. You'll soon be gnawing away like a beaver. The marrow of these poems is all the nourishment you need. Maybe toss one or two to the dogs outside. They'll 'bark softer, they're silvering.' If I were still teaching, this 'fluent' collection would be required reading. Very few poets can write poems like Amorosi's, in which 'mercy and truth are met together and kiss.'"—Stuart Friebert