Paul and I went to undergraduate school at The University of Tennessee, Chattanooga together. His writing was good then and now is spell-binding. I recently reread his first book, which won the 2002 New Issues Poetry Prize. Paul's voice is contemplative and rich and his imagery is absurd and sharp. There is a solid, confident voice in the poems and humor. This is a great book. Buy here.
Once I was wood and my heart was a knot. / From a block my brain was slowly cut-- / legs, arms, knees, and nose, my all of me / peeked out at the prompt of father's blade. / Peach-soft, I took shape like a lesson.
From "Cosmology in Winter for a Broken Heater"
By our bed the heater is home to a yeti. / Nestled serenely and gurgling like soda, / he is no larger than a fist or a tangerine / carved of ice. Ball of snow, orphaned cloud, / come out, let us find you a home / better than our bedroom
From "In Case of Rapture"
This poem like a car will be left unmanned / and this breath neatly bisected / so that one half of it lingers not at all-- / a shaving of sky, a gull's flutter / in an egg.