Three T.R. Hummer books in a row and I am through with this poet. I cannot connect to what he's saying, and saying in such a long, longwinded way. Almost boring! Snatches of interesting, even fascinating, in the midst of wordy reminisces and contemplations. A reader has to 'get' the author, to be on some level on the same level with him. I could not find common ground. As I wrote in Hummer's stanza in my poem about poets:
T.R. Hummer is schtupping a woman in Ohio under
an arclight, thinking about his boyhood in Louisiana.
Those images seem wed but you're not sure how.
I gave this 3 stars but I feel that's being generous. Reach your own conclusion.