“Jeffrey Harrison’s deceptive, beautifully made, uncanny new poems have a calm surface and a roiling undertow. How quietly and obsessively he probes and captures those singular moments—fragile, vanishing, too blue to last—that deepen into the unknown. That’s why I consider him a true heir to Elizabeth Bishop, his favorite poet.”
—Edward Hirsch
“How refreshing to read whole poems about a whole life in which true dark is illuminated. Narrative is too easy a word for what Harrison does: he’s a poet who follows through, who allows the arc of an experience to find its own landing point. The writing has that quality of being at one with the experience; no pushy hype or muscleshow, just the lean moment dealt with and, by implication, enlarged.”
—Stanley Plumly
“In his sixth book, Harrison’s eye—always ready to gift the world to readers—only becomes keener, seeing more within more, revealing more within a body of wit and want. And this particular collection has the magic elasticity to show the wide elliptical orbit of a lifetime’s relationship between growing son and aging father.”
--Jessica Greenbaum