<DIV><p>“James Galvin has a voice and a world, perhaps the two most difficult things to achieve in poetry.”—<I>The Nation</I></p><p>"Galvin's poems seem straightforward enough—but they're not....Galvin writes here like a force of nature. VERDICT: Excellent reading for contemporary poetry enthusiasts not looking for the overblown."—Barbara Hoffert, <I>Library Journal</I></p><p>James Galvin’s poems have zero percent body fat. His tightly controlled and detailed poems evoke measured optimism in a spare existential world where certain characters—“The Mastermind” and the “Members of the Board”—are recurring shadows. Like fables suggesting new truths, personal narratives and love poems intertwine to confront the various paradoxes of domestic life, art, and politics, and the line “All poems are love poems” leans hard against “Some poems are better off dead.” In <I>As Is</I>, both claim their hard-won place.</p><p><I>I think black holes are just plastic</I><BR><I>Garbage bags blowing down the midnight highway</I><BR><I>That is the Universe. </I><BR><I>There aren’t as many dimensions as we thought.</I><BR><I>A black hole can disappear anything that nears it.</I><BR><I>We all know that.</I><BR><I>The farthest away I’ve ever been is in my own home,</I><BR><I>Finally cleaning out my daughter’s room</I><BR><I>So another little girl can live here.</I><BR><I>The black plastic bag I held in my hand</I><BR><I>Was infinitely capacious.</I><BR><I>I mean I could throw anything in there.</I></p><p><B>James Galvin</B> is a Wyoming rancher and on the permanent faculty at the Iowa Writers’ Workshop. He is the author of six books of poetry, a novel, and the acclaimed memoir The Meadow. He lives in Tie Siding, Wyoming, and Iowa City, Iowa.</p></DIV>