John Tritica's poetry extends from the place where "context meets cortex" in the joyous "practice of observing outside." With the compression of haiku, these poems reveal the sensual lushness of the world and reflect the poet's continuous attempt to "locate the intersection of possible and actual." These are poems from the garden of real life: car alarm, compost, leaking roofs, Chianti, marigolds. Tritica paints his residency in the high desert landscape using invisible truths gathered from "bees feeding in the datura/just popped open. "
"Recalling at times the densely textured orchestrations of Hart Crane, Robert Duncan, or Clark Coolidge, Tritica's poetry ultimately stakes out its own territory, adding something of high value to the twentieth-century tradition of experimental lyricism."--Stephen-Paul Martin