This is a book of poems that fares forever forward, quixotic, in the fullest sense of the word: picaresque, curious, errant, and hilarious. In a midwestern odyssey at once metaphysical and emphatically real, Cisewski confronts (as Nancy Cunard once wrote) "every windmill in a landscape of windmills".
"Paula Cisewski loves language. Language and metaphor in the face of human heartbreak and desire."-Ralph Angel