At once literary and conversational, enigmatic and lucid, exuberant and wounded, these nimble poems wed the world of imagination to the world of experience. Every jaunty line explodes in at least two directions: devilishly up into the mind; ardently down into the heart. - Terrance Hayes In these new poems, Angela Ball conducts a tender, eerie traffic in dreams of conversation. In this hotel, as in the splendid, ghostly hotel assemblages of Joseph Cornell, boundaries between image and viewer, poem and reader, life and afterlife, quietly disappear. In the eyes of the night clerk, all worlds become one. The vision is thrilling."" - Donald Revell