Mary Karr's 'Elegy for a Rain Salesman' introduced me to Engman years ago and I only wish I'd gotten around to this book earlier. Deeply human, hilarious, and profound. I'm already excited for the next time I read it. "At last, John Engman may be the healthiest, funniest, most consoling human being you will ever find between the lines of poems."
I generally give poetry books a rating of three stars or below, as I find most to be an incredibly uneven mix. But this guy had me grinning like a fool through most of the pages.