"These poems disclose a poet's rich relationship to the natural world by stripping away, by letting a raw objectivist lyric scrape off any rhetorical surface to discover the details beneath. This happens in almost every line, every phrase-so much so that finally his individual words seem to do it by themselves. The result is that /nature/ here ticks and clicks as though it were trying to find a halfway-house language between itself and the writer. Illusion of course, the trick of poetry, and Mark Goodwin is the magician." (Tim Allen)