Unsleeping

Unlike so many contemporary poets, who are interested only in showing off their facility with words and their postmodern senses of "humor," Burkard continues to stretch and pull and widen our capacity to feel. Burkard fans---did you know he's doing artwork now? Check out the cover of Diane Wald's THE YELLOW HOTEL (buy it for the poems inside AND the cover art---you won't be sorry).

Michael Burkard continues to champion the shy and battered, the self-conscious voices with a quiet dignity and grace. They roar and squeak from page to page. More so than in the past, Burkard has grown secure with insecure. He seems to allow the "crumbly tinges" to speak for themselves. The prat-falls of life are old friends, new lovers. And Burkard is taking us all for a tour on his train.This is great book for the Burkard devotee and newbie alike. Don't be afraid to read it cover to cover.

When I fall into the drone of monotony, I turn to Michael Burkard's poetry again and again to jumpstart the mystery of living. Be inspired.

What? No one has yet reviewed this tender and beautiful book? Burkard is open and egoless as water, and his sensitivity is luminous. Read "Hat Angel" and cry, cry, cry.