Wahoo Sunset

Quixotic, bold, and rooted in the metaphysical underpinnings of our everyday lives, the richly expressive poems in this slim volume carve riffs of words and ride those rhythms to sometimes playful, sometimes poignant, but always surprising, destinations. The "practiced nonchalance" of Keeney's language, at turns deceptively simple and cooly demanding, culminate in a cavalcade of desultory contemplations and consciously open-ended conclusions: "thoughts, swallowed in the leaves" of this stunning and surrealistically personal work. In the end, Keeney's "Little Anthems" establish impassioned resonances worth returning to again and again