I know John, and we’ve talked about his poetry before. He’s a bit of a classicist, not in any formal sense but in the sense that he eschews “raw” and “edgy” in favor of intimacy and reflection. Or, as the press release from FutureCycle Press puts it: his poetry “weaves universal themes and images with the basic human reality of touch, word, and what is lost in their translation.”
Take these lines from poem IV:
There’s no pattern to our astonishment.
Birds don’t know
the weight placed on them.
They look down and see
us looking up.
That is all it takes
when there is no gravity
It’s a beautiful first book from a terrific poet, and you should order a copy.
You can thank me after you’ve read it.