Bulldozer Prints

I know you don't really appreciate the pat-on-your-back kinds of critique, but I really love this.  I thrill at all the different styles of poetry in the world, and the multitude of voices it produces . . . but it's these poems that speak right to the soul, that are almost like music, or a drug, and take me elsewhere that feels like 'home' to me.  The other, more intangible thing I like about it is that there's the essence of masculine spirituality here, which is something I don't see enough of.  I'm sure someone else will offer a more helpful critique, but sometimes I just can't help myself from applause.