Al Maginnes writes that Jeff Hardin "plumbs the pleasures and contradictions of language," and that's a pretty good introduction to the work of a poet I've been following for 20 years. These poems walk in gratitude to the world even as they question our place in it.
From "I Remain Unconvinced":
. . . I’m fond of saying these words I seek are already posthumous. You on your side, me on mine–but perhaps we’re blind and crawl toward touching some middle place.
I remain unconvinced that moonlight isn’t fragrant. I remain unconvinced that Dickinson’s letters weren’t meant for me, for now and then I certainly receive them . . .