Often David Memmott's poems course like a "river of wind" to take us to where the world of the everyday meets the startling world of the strange with all its dangers. Allying himself with natural forces and animal spirits, he fashions a bridge between these two worlds to achieve a hard-won communion. A sturdy, detailed observer, and a faithful guide to the reader, Memmott becomes, in his own words, "a sound bowl of pure gold rung by thunder."-John Morrison, author of Monkey Island
