As the title of his book suggests, Chuck Rybak is working to reconstruct, renovate, restore, repair the damaged house of the We'll learn to insulate and breathe/grade and drain away the damage/pooling in the corners of days. As the title also suggests, this rebuilding is an erotic undertaking because we must do it The ruined table spread across/the warm, hardwood floor. Let's not wait./Let's piece it together, starting now. And it must be done with Here is the anger that marked the wood./Here is the love that smoothed it. With a balanced and intelligent sympathy that is a measure of his disciplined commitment, Rybak writes rich, strong, and hopeful poetry that is true to the impossible task he sets for himself.--Andrew Hudgins, author of Ecstatic in the Poison and Babylon in a Jar What a pleasure it is to read poems that are actually about men and women, domesticity, myth and magic, life during wartime. In a voice that's distinctly American, Rybak questions without condemning, and even manages occasionally to bless.--Juliana Gray, author of The Man Under My Skin
I'm glad I had the opportunity to read this. My favorites include, "Liketown" "Friends Who Play Dead" and "Dressing Agamemnon." All of these poems are terrific and I recommend this to anyone. Bravo, Dr. Rybak!