Each [poem] has the feel of something completely compressed, like a car crushed into a cube, except that somehow all the individual components have survived and are interlocking perfectly. Strange little machines, then, but working to somewhat secretive ends.
Jon Stone, Dr Fulminare

The Bells of Hope inches more toward revelation than concealment and his language is more heady than ever. It is a breathtaking account of a dark night.
Kathleen Ossip, Attention Span