When this poet puts on necklaces, drinks, names, dreams, grieves, dances, desires, judges, hopes,lives, dives, the reader is not veering between poles, aware of how skillfully the poet lyrically narrates, how self and strangeness orbit. The reader is learning for the first time how Goodly wraps himself around everything we can do in this human life and names it, caresses it, disciplines it, sets it free.

-Excerpt from Introduction

by Brenda Shaughnessy