Tomorrow We Will Live Here

This is a terse tough début by an award-winning American poet with punch in the language. What you find here is the grist of life - death love sex departure - honed by a voice obsessed with the gravity fear and the humour of being human. Van Winkle's understated plain spoken narrators are as diverse as the America they live in - the lonely night nurse the conflicted son of a preacher and the cross-country runner - are all ill at ease in the world. Through road kill September 11th and death row they address their own bitter faults with noir-like melancholy seeking redemption and absolution.