Confidence in Being and Other Poems

I’m not a glutton when it comes to poetry. I read one or two poems a year. And that holds me. So it was no small feat and perhaps a sin to consume an entire book of ‘em in one sitting. You might call it bingeing but I’d call it steeping, as a tea bag in water. I mean who but Ed Zahniser can find commonality in mountains, uterine birth, the Lincoln Tunnel and tectonic plates? And that’s just the first poem. These poems are tips of icebergs. The tips are tops but if you seep through the cracks “wisdom may come home to roost.” — Dr. Randall Tremba