The poems in The Burning Door are part fairy tale, part fable--and, then again, partly a sort of pause before the illusions that beguile us...in his poetry necessary departures have nothing to do with return. Rather they usher us into an instance of entrance that is equally a spell cast upon us. Thus entranced, we discover that this witty and enigmatic book blossoms into a generosity of perception, which dissolves lesser magic to unite us in 'an instance as thin and precise as a needle.' --Elizabeth Robinson