As apt to channel the confessionalism of Anne Sexton as the red-in-tooth-and-claw nature poetry of Ted Hughes, Patrick Warner’s voice ranges freely from the colloquial to the baroque. Over the past fifteen years, by harboring and honoring such fraught tensions. In Octopus we have him at his best.
Beautifully unique voice and imagery. Was pleasantly surprised by this on-a-whim pick from my library's inventory.
An excerpt from "Abandonment"
We learned togetherness was hunger that fed on little pat-a-cakes of wonder that popped up overnight, on either side of the grassy path, like mushrooms.