Kevin Connolly s four previous poetry books have garnered widespread critical acclaim and awards for their cutting humor, vivid language, and lyricism. Now comes Revolver. A daring marriage of brilliant technical skill and feverish imagination, Revolver features poems that are each written in a different form revolving through various styles while imbuing each with the precise control and sharp wit for which Connolly is noted. This much-anticipated follow-up to drift is both an ideal introduction to this master poet and a worthy successor to his earlier work."

There are so many people I have to thank for getting this book to publication. But firstly I have to thank "The Bride," Barbie Ann. How she has spent over 40 years with me I have no idea. Not only has she typed the original manuscript, but she has translated it from my Irish gibberish, into reasonable English, without loosing the content. Perhaps because she is the only person who can fully understand me. My good friend David Cunningham, has been a fantastic inspiration to me, and has helped enormously. Becky my eldest Granddaughter, who helped us old Farts to understand our computer. Chef,...

In A Comprehensive Review of the Federal Budget, Kevin Connolly has reviewed the entire United States federal budget in painstaking detail. Leaving no agency stone unturned, and using the Constitution and common sense as his guide, he has identified the problem points and solutions thereto. Included is a proposal that could not only balance the budget immediately, but also pay off the entire National Debt in under a decade.

Nine years (ahem...) in the making, award-winning Kevin Connolly's new collection extends its author's investigation of identity, authority, intention, and authenticity. What is a public poetry? In an age of tweets and trolls, what should it even try to be? Through revision, redaction, ventriloquism, homage, self-sabotage, and outright plunder, the poems in Connolly's Xiphoid Process interrogate the alleged futility and alleged insight of mid-life. Are we who we are simply because we'd otherwise be nothing? Or are we (more hopefully) something parked, for a time, in time, trying...