I picked this chapbook up at the AWP Conference a couple weeks ago and couldn't wait to get into it. I heard Anders read at one of the panels. His poems distill very ordinary, rural moments into powerful poetry. His voice is extremely strong. I'm excerpting a few pieces below to give you a taste, but it's the poems in their entirety that take the breath away. You can find several full poems online. Or do yourself a favor and buy here.
From "Northern Corn"
Traveling alone through Minnesota / as the corn comes in. Steel silos filling / to the brim. Black trees leaning / off the south sides of hills as the cold light / falls slantwise against the gristmills. / You have allowed another year to pass. / You have learned very little. / But that little is what you are throwing / in the furnace.
From "The Low Passions"
The Lord came down because God wasn't enough. / He lies on sodden cardboard behind bushes / in the churchyard. Wrapped in faded red. A sleeping bag / he found or traded for. Dark stains like clouds / before a downpour. The stone wall beside him rising, / always rising, the edges of stone going blunt / where the choirboy climbs. He opens his mouth, / but nothing goes in and nothing comes out.