My Heavens

The quiet Southern skeptic and sly guitar-slinger Williams returns to form on this, his fifth poetry collection, MY HEAVENS. The very idea of a paradise-beyond sky or upon earth or within each moment-is poked and prodded with both sharp cynicism and wide-eyed wonder alike. Addressing grief, the day in/day out depictions are deeply distilled, the lines sober yet also playful, loose and languid. Nostalgia without sentimentality. Dreamlike visions without surrealism. These poems settle down across the kitchen table from a reader for a little give and take, a little what's it all about? "The transubstantiation, the utter mystery," Williams writes, "I swallow it all/And expect nothing in return."