Carrie Rudzinski was my first poet crush. I can't remember when I first encountered her work, but I seem to recall being enamored by a line about elbows. I wanted to write like that. After reading through The Endless Return Home, I still feel the whispers of adoration I had before. I mean, how can you not melt at the line "you were mesmerized - like watching another person do what they love?"
The only issue I have - and I guess it's that line between slam poet and page poet - is that the poems' forms never varied. Though the words were, of course, different (and beautiful), I found my eyes getting used to the look of the poem and losing enthusiasm for the content.