<P>Michael Collier's poems are like a living film of the image of one's past. In rich detail, they bring to life the geography of childhood—commonplace events that have a unique texture of one's own—a dream of flying, a secret obsession, a school pageant, a jam session in the garage. The memories are folded into the heart, but with an inevitable sense of loss, a sense of capturing «the moment held in the air, the illusion of something whole, something...
