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on HANGING OUT WITH THE CROWS
”Irresistible, down to earth, amusing, bluff,
insightful, unpretentious and extremely readable. Evans is a close observer
of animals in their natural environment—and those include humans."
—Laurel Speer, REMARK
"There aren't too many poets we can count on to deliver,
collection after collection . . . I've read [Evans'] poems—and taught
them—for years, and I'm not about to stop.
—Lucien Stryk
on TRAIN WINDOWS
Given the wealth of his generous craft and articulation of voice,
TRAIN WINDOWS stands among the finest first collections I have seen in years."
G.E. Murray, Chicago Daily News
"TRAIN WINDOWS could be a metaphor for Evans' remarkable skill at presenting
scenes and human relationships as if quickly sighted and a quickly understood."
Booklist (American Library Association)
on REAL AND FALSE ALARMS
This book will be remembered with critical acclaim."
James Cox, Midwest Book Review
on DECENT DANGERS
[Evans'] words carry the power of a summer storm or a winter blizzard, the smack
of a raquet or whack of a louisville Slugger."
Kevin Woster, Sioux Falls Argus Leader
"If the poems take us to the edge of danger, they do it decently. Below the surface
is a moral voice, a search for truth, a reservoir of wisdom.
Jerry Wilson, South Dakota Magazine
on THE BULL RIDERS ADVICE: NEW AND SELECTED POEMS
From the earliest poems, one is struck by Evans' intelligence and compassion,
consistently articulated through a mastery of style and craft, and underscored by wisdom and a truly refreshing,
unpretentious emotional honesty...This is a poetry that has earned its way by paying close attention to our
internal and external worlds, achieved with an oriental-like grace and acuity, which often leads to subtle moments
of surprise and revoluation."
Walter Butts, Small Press Review
"The book brings out a whole life, rooted in place, with real human bonds. The poetry
comes through in the convergence of captured moments in time - as in the fishing poem starting 'two swallow/flit
and skim a drink'-that evoke the larger rhythms and concerns of a life. There is always something a little
mysterious about hoe that works, how single moments capture a world of experience. 'Yet there is was,'/in a dream
glimpse, all of it, still:/chopping stump'/cool clods under bare feet.'
Joseph Carroll, Professor of English, University of Missouri, St. Louis
"He's a poet of Dakota blizzards, of chicken sheds and highway crashes, of teen rumbles and
terrified pigs, of auctioneers in white Stetsons and of the hawk's glide. Many of his poems relect upon
experiences here which the rest of us would skid by with blinders on."
Mary O'Connor, Sioux Falls Argus Leader
poems
Bullfrogs
The Story of Lava
The Man in the Rendering Room
Next Morning
The Poem I Couldn't Write
Saturday Morning
Lions
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