untitled poems for a wednesday evening.

Here is a different Peter Ganick, whose newest poems, resoundingly philosophical, metaphysical in their musicality, become more tangible, more directly shaped in a context more intellectually quotidian than that of previous work. Boundaries created for these Wednesday poems, appropriately titled for middle-of-the-week realities, allow humor, reflection, human feeling, to a greater degree than Ganick’s recent, prior poems. The mind within and beneath these pieces is infinitely shimmering, even as the poet’s signature sotto voce consistently asserts itself. The word evidence comes to mind as I experience surprise, delight, and full engagement in the life of Peter Ganick’s newest and very welcome volume. -Sheila E. Murphy