With soft tender and evocative verse, the author proudly proclaims his love for his lady. It is a must read for all women who love romance. Unlike the popular romance fantasy genre, this is the real thing.

Cummins's quiet, lunatic meditations--wait, that should be luminous meditations--are great fun. From father-son stuff, and women grousing about that sentimentality, to killing someone in your basement, or turning into a locust, or imagining his wife's violent death, Cummins hasn't lost his touch. Though he does lose his hand in one of these. Maybe it should be numinous meditations? In various emergencies?