“The flavor of fable and creation myths are at the core of this book, with Woodward often taking a child-like project and (sometimes in a single line) managing to open the entire poem (the entire reader) to deeper possibilities. And so, we go back and read again. The things have something to do with us—something that rebounds off a wall inside we are glad we can’t quite see. It is crucial to the success of Woodward’s poems that he never asks the reader, explicitly, to look at this wall we have.”
—The Denver Quarterly

“Woodward’s improvisational approach—wild nonsequiturs folded into smoothly flowing syntax—at once evokes the disjunctive surrealism of James Tate and the rhetorical shell games of John Ashbery.”
—Library Journal