"In Edward O’Dwyer’s second poetry collection, we find astute and betimes piercing images of love and loneliness, loss and finitude, as well as humour, tenderness, and satirical shafts against social follies and general daftness. Here I see a poet from a younger generation finding steady feet on the same road that poets have trod mightily in the past, the scenic route to epiphany." Ciaran O’Driscoll