<p>Wayne Clifford's <i>The Exile's Papers</i> first appeared in 2007 with the publication of <i>The Duplicity of Autobiography</i>, but this creative project -- a four-part series of hundreds of surreal, straightforward, narrative or mythic, and endlessly varying sonnets -- is the culmination of decades of effort. In 2009 the series continued with <i>The Face As Its Thousand Ships</i>, and now emerges the third installment: <i>The Dirt's Passion Is Flesh Sorrow</i>.</p> <p>Described by critics as `resonant', `striking', `quixotic', `elegant', `ribald' and `jazzy', Clifford's sonnets defy categories or boundaries. He is a master of the form and every page is an example of how a great poet can use a complicated structure to achieve depth of thought, beauty and explosive resolutions (or, in many cases, questions). In fact, every poem reinvents the sonnet itself, and, despite all poems sharing the same form, each one is sharply, conclusively differentiated from the others. These are sonnets like you've never read before.</p> <p>Clifford often draws on his own life experiences -- fatherhood, love, death and uncertainty -- but he also has plenty to say about God, pop culture and the foolhardiness of certain current political figures. In the end, though, the collection remains a remarkably cohesive, intelligent and death-defying foray into an ancient form that never knew what hit it.</p>