For poet Steven Nightingale, the sonnet is not just a poetic form, it is the form of our dreams: the dream that poetry can take the mind home to original beauties; that the life of each of us is bound to a joy at the midmost of the world; that language can tease a bright reality from the catastrophes of the day; that we may learn to change ourselves, in hopes of becoming hidden sidekicks of light, useful, practical, bemused. To bring home these dreams, Nightingale s poems travel the world in body and soul. So The Cinnamon Theologies Cinnamon for the sensual world, the amorous overture, our...