“Listening for Earthquakes establishes its own unexpectable fault line in the body of poetry. With verbal fire and range, these poems move easily between the sensual and abstract planes: ‘its loose, fluted memory / fluttering like a receipt / in the incision.’ The incision is mind; the instrument is language. Within the provisional play of words, the depth note of the eternal emerges: ‘all that has suffered is suffering now’; a ‘green vireo born with one bent wing.’ All is at once timeless, sad, and to be celebrated.” —Paul Hoover, author of Desolation: Souvenir
