With more than 20 books of poetry, fiction and criticism, Eric Greinke is a long-time fixture on the literary scene. His poems in Invisible Wings demonstrate a gift with final lines that jolt the reader like unexpected bullets. “No blood on our hands yet, just mercy and hope” (Another Old Photo). He also startles with incredibly apt observations: in Breakfast for Paranoids, the pitbulls in a truck “waiting hard for their breakfast. In Cruel April “a maternal white pine” In Fly Fishing in the Rain “branches…shake in the downpour like a laughing man.” Each of the 44 poems in this new collection offers an image or insight that goes deep beneath the surface where the genuine fires burn at the core. This is a book to read in one sitting and then to return to again and again.