No Exceptions

I picked up Sandra Alcosser's Except by Nature last night and tucked it into bed on my desk so that it would be bright and lively in the morning. And was it? Was it? Oh, yes, my ecopoetic friends (and unrelated lurkers), it was. Three sections, three landscapes, all five senses. A speaker deeply engaged with her surroundings: land, flora, fauna, other people. Some densely packed prose poems that flirt with surrealism in a lush and dreamy way. A lovely hypotaxis that never leaves you searching for syntax. A couple of poems that go for an easy ending, but no more than three or four in the whole collection. She's wry, sexual, funny. Fabulous book. I know I'll be going back for seconds.