I just spent some time this morning with this stunning chap from Greying Ghost. There's a great deal to admire packed into this spare little gray book, most notably to me was the sweeping, bright colors coloring nearly every inch of the canvas here--if there's any whitespace left over in the landscape Taggart paints, it blinds and chills you (think the first sunny-skied blizzard of the year). In this way the poems remind me of the work of my dear friend Naoko Fujimoto, who always seems to spread More...