I feel like I know this poet, or that I should. His writing is so familiar and easy to me, as is his face on the jacket cover. His depth of compassion is strong, whether he's writing about his transition from urban renter to nonplussed rural homeowner, the sad facts of war, or his process of entering midlife. Funny, but I discovered that Marsha is a friend of his on Facebook. Perhaps she can introduce us--at our houses upstate, of course! "Migration" and "Recycling" speak to that bit of luck we all three share.