“There is a voice in Cole Vincenzi’s poems on the edge of a darkening forest. And it sometimes has the humidified smell of hunted game. Wild and stern, it makes a rather self-conscious, self-doubtful reader feel they can inhabit this world, be strong with attitude and song, against the sickness of living. It is a quality similar to some of James Tate’s poems and those of his surrealist counterparts and ancestors. A sommelier would say these poems have quite the mouthfeel. To that, I’d say. “pour me another, garçon! I’ll need it if I am to face the Rhinoceros!”

-Noah Burton - Poet | Author of ‘Look Out Animal’