""These poems navigate contrary states: experience and innocence; loss and ecstasy; restraint and lyric outpouring. MacKenzie's ominous "wrong dark ravine/...wrong dark wind" is set against the buoyant romantic: "I shall Errol Flynn my way into your heart." The reader of Bob MacKenzie's poems will discover a striking range of poetic form and human experience. MacKenzie writes in "Beyond Convergence: The Whistle Dying," of "Gods we dream no more." Don't let the air of resignation fool you - there is ample resonant dreaming in MacKenzie's poetry."
Jeanette Lynes, Author of Archive of the...