Surrealistic and lyrical, Hall’s poems are dreamlike and startling at their best. Line after line, Hall crafts fresh, sparkling images. My predilection is for bird poems, and Hall doesn’t disappoint:
a crow-bird held another bird
I dropped them both
. . .
between the release and the impact
time sounds like a bird strung over an abyss
I tucked my tongue into him
he was flat, he was a tapestry (19, from “Mynah Speaks”)