The Blue Absolute's prose poems are hot boxes of lyrical language combusting with daily life. People move and think amidst a flurry of dots and dashes in a constant shift of perspective and action--urban and pastoral, highly figured and fragmented, grieving and dreaming--each poem a compressed but fluid zone of almost psychedelic intensity. The book closes with "Shiver," an American epic, at once a lament for and vision of a great city on the edge: San Francisco past, present, and future.