"The most expansive and moving poet to come out of the American Midwest since James Wright." -- Marilyn Hacker

Part map, part travelogue, part chronicle, part autobiography, Never-Ending Birds explores a variety of landscapes from Midwestern villages to the boroughs of big cities. Steeped in story -- divorce, loss, raising a child, uncovering old worlds and new loves -- these poems are gracefully lived in, lived through, with mystery and beauty. from "Never-Ending Birds"

That's us pointing to the clouds. Those are clouds of birds, now we see, one whole cloud of birds.
There we are, pointing out the car windows. October. Gray-blue-white olio of birds.
Never-ending birds, you called the first time -- years we say it, the three of us, any
two of us, one of those just endearments. Apt clarities. Kiss on the lips of hope.