Michael Rattee

Virtually every poem in this collection is memorable. Rattee’s command of the form, his ear for the sounds, his eye for the image, his inventiveness all combine to make this a fine collection by a fine poet.

--Santa Fe Reporter

WALKING

You’re walking to discover what’s hidden
Beneath this patch of sky
When it occurs to you suddenly
That you might be as lost
As that broken kite in that tree
So you begin walking toward the other horizon
Where the mountains look like food heaped on a plate
And your hunger becomes a heavy coat
That you keep taking off and putting on
The days and nights begin to look familiar
But you’re still way off in the distance
Calling yourself home