These poems suggest that in the search for sensuous understanding lies a saving beauty and vitality. Baffled by contradictions, the middleman of the title poem finds himself ...
... right where I have to be... high
on my own thin wire, gamely stringing myself
along, half wanting to look down, half blinded
by midday glare, stretching for who knows where.
Born and raised in Montreal, David Cavanagh has also lived in Ontario and now in Vermont, where he works as an associate dean at Johnson State College. His poems have appeared in journals, chapbooks, and anthologies in the U.S., Canada, and Ireland. The Middleman is his first full-length collection. His second collection, Falling Body, was published by Salmon in 2009.