Plus Shipping (American Poets Continuum)
"Mr. Hicok's gift lies somewhere between those of the surgeon and the god of the foundry and convalescent home: seamlessly, miraculously, his judicious eye imbues even the dreadful with beauty and meaning.."-The New York Times. "Imagine spring's thaw, your brother said, / each house a small rain, the eaves muttering / like river and you the white skin / the world sheds, your flesh unfolded // and absorbed. You walked Newark together ..."  --"Heroin"