So As It Semed Me

Once again Russell Buker brings his concise powers of language and observation as he dreams with us while exploring his immediate landscape with its subtle sounds and the world beyond. And in this world beyond we also catch glimpses of ourselves and our condition. There are no answers here as we are still evolving, rather a similarity that is left to the reader to interpret if one is so inclined toward reflection in our fast-food zoom of a lifetime"s constantly changing in its technology. -Doris Paolucci Expressive weather but my center holds. We get all weather somewhere else, of course everyone has a right to ask, the ageing poet with all the ramifications of working into the Hegelian dialectal progress of one"s life one cannot help but be amazed at an ability to continue and I am still surprised everyday by the haunting of a poem in myself creating portentous feelings, thoughts or perceptions that were...