"A book," Eric Folsom writes, "is hinged like a well-made door." In Icon Driven, poem after poem swings softly open on glimpses of what remains: icons and their "point of light," that skeletal structure of illumination we look back to for navigation as we move farther on our way. We are with a writer who asks: "at this grey hour, how do we dance/ in fields mined by the pixels of progress?" He answers the question with poems, light on their feet, intent, eye-to-eye, dancing in that expanse that is part field, part memory and part "wildzone," and we can't help but join in. – Susan Goyette
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