The poems in Zachariah Wells’s second collection range from childhood to dimly foreseen events in the future; they idle on all three of Canada’s coasts, travel the open road, take walks in the city and pause on the banks of country streams and ponds.
Zach Wells has built on “an aesthetic generally characterized by an assertive (even, at times, severe) approach to metre that is enhanced by an ardent attention to sonic effects like alliteration, syncopation, rhyme, etc., and his control over such a severe metre is both admirable and remarkable.”—Paul Vermeersch
“Everything poetry should be: reflective and linguistically aware, imagistic, connected to human emotion and experience. But, wait, I forgot, delightful.”—Freefall
“Within each poem, the words fit together in surprising ways, with subtle rhyme, rhythm and alliteration… There are layers to these poems, unexpected things beneath the surface.”—Pickle Me This