Betsy Andrews s sweeping, energetic, book-length poem pounds the pavement of the New Jersey Turnpike, driving through America past landfills and wetlands and weapons labs under the towering shadows of engines, oil, and war. With a disarmingly unique voice that evokes the tradition of Pound and Eliot, Whitman and Williams and Ginsberg, Andrews creates a pastiche of landscape, consciousness, history, and politics in this American age."

Betsy Andrews's sweeping, energetic, book-length poem pounds the pavement of the New Jersey Turnpike, driving through America--past landfills and wetlands and weapons labs--under the towering shadows of engines, oil, and war. With a disarmingly unique voice that evokes the tradition of Pound and Eliot, Whitman and Williams and Ginsberg, Andrews creates a pastiche of landscape, consciousness, history, and politics in this American age.

Poetry. Winner of the 42 Miles Press Poetry Award. "'It's night on the blood-dimmed gulf between ethics and murk, ' Andrews writes, free-diving through tumultuous seas of language to THE BOTTOM, our present on this ghosted earth. Hers is a water-poet's inventory, cry and lamentation in one book-length tsunami of plangent musical phrases that might have frothed from the mouth of Whitman. From strength to strength she writes, pulling everything up into her net that need concern us now lest we harm the world beyond salvage. A stunning achievement destined to be among the great poems of our...