At first glance these poems (which read like one long odyssey) seem sweet and peaceful-like taking a walk in the woods. But then, things turn darker: a storm blows in-and with it some Aliens, Ghost and Ghoul, the Hanging Man. Luckily, Carlyle has a few good friends such as Ruth, the Hag, the Boy, who are staunch and true and faithful. A whistling-in-the-dark suspense alternately stimulates and enervates the witness."Carlyle is spore, and mild. / He is swoon &sherbet." Endearing and kind, if not actually cruel, he is also cold and strange. He shapeshifts, transforming |