"A gathering of imaginative poems that are playful and true to themselves. Someone says poets are people who cannot say one thing at a time, and here we have a distinct example of that ability. In one poem, Saint Valentine is seen as the patron saint not only of love, but epilepsy, the poet having a vested interest in both. In another, the poet turns our attention from the aftermath of war to the artistry of a sushi chef who can turn a shrimp into a hummingbird, and out of a piece of yellowtail fashion miniature horses that 'cantered around our hands.' Mary Morris is not surrealist either, but she produces one vivid leap after another. An acupuncturist takes the speaker's pulse 'as though searching for a forbidden city on a map.' And in a tribute to Szymborska, 'little crosses' become 'warplanes in their hangars put to rest,' an image so rare and true, the Polish poet herself might have envied it. These poems are full of eye-opening surprises.

" -- Billy Collins , Poet Laureate of the United States 2001-2003.