And Now This persuades me that we inhale the whole sensuous journey of growing up until the right words come to release it. These poems are a journey with roots in a hollow on Beautys Run Road that needs time and a poet's eye to discover its lessons. They worry that space between past and present, that "fine line between sky and ground," where it is so "easy... to get lost," until they find the "golden light" of "drawing the best out of everything memory] touches" and "everything it can't touch." These poems offer a painful journey, a man's journey, yet feelings, raw and true, defy gender. -Sarah Zale