Ric Amezquita's Then She Kissed El Paco's Lips Now Or April in DeKalb makes you wonder if you've entered another world, or perhaps have begun to see this one clearly for the first time. "Unknown is everywhere," he writes, calmly subversive. In whatever ways he inhabits these poems-as a bewildered Chicano kid in the Air Force; a woefully underpaid, traveling teacher; a bored-to-tears bureaucrat, Villista, curandero, and small-town sage-Ric is someone I want to ride along with, a man whose songs range from street corner cries of political outrage to lullabies of almost unbearable tenderness....