<DIV>The poems in <i>Circles Where the Head Should Be</i> are full of objects and oddities, bits of news, epic catalogues, and a cast of characters hoping to make sense of it all. Underneath the often whimsical surface, however, lies a search for those connections we long for but so often miss, and a wish for art to bridge the gaps.<BR> Circles Where the Head Should Be has its own distinctive voice, a lively intelligence, insatiable curiosity, and a decided command of form. These qualities play off one another in ways that instruct and delight. An irresistible book.”—J. D. McClatchy, author of <i>Mercury Dressing: Poems, </i>judge</div><div><BR> Storm and Stress</div><div><BR> That a spider web supports a bead of rain<BR> is as significant<BR> as rain’s resolve, poised where some spinneret<BR> has pitched its threads aslant,<BR> since, held or holding, each endures a strain—<BR> one presses, one reacts.<BR> Don’t ask me what it’s worth. Despite the facts<BR> of matter’s favored states,<BR> such concentration’s of no consequence<BR> beyond this life, a net<BR> tailored to break, too late for recompense<BR> when weight evaporates.</div>