Through some wandering serendipity, an email reached me with a link to Ray McDaniel’s review of a book I just ordered–C.D. Wright’s Steal Away. I must say after reading his eloquent review of an author I’ve admired for some time, I want to call the post office and ask them to start up a little earlier tomorrow morning so I can really get lost in the books by C.D. Wright I’ve not had the fortune to see yet. One I did pick up was Deep Step, Come Shining, and I agree with R.M.’s assessment of that benchmark. The critic does a great job of foregrounding what are clearly darker, autonomically grounded obsessions of the author without being dismissive or falling back on a relegation to the baroque. I would submit that the section he quotes with the rubric “Lake Echo, Dear” must surely owe its genesis to Michael Palmer’s Notes for Echo Lake suite. That passage reads uncannily like Palmer, and if you read that phrase backwards you seem to see an address to Palmer or the texts themselves: “Dear Echo Lake…” Keep up the great work. Hume’s review of Berssenbrugge’s Nest was amazing for its concise wit and perception into the poet’s ongoing obsession with apperception. W.B. Keckler