The poems of Phlogiston are brimful with humor, intelligence, love of language, pop culture references, science factoids, and sexiness. I admire the deft blending of such cosmological, political, and religious oddities as “we pull back the future’s endless undies.” And this joyful hilarity is balanced by a deeply personal and thoughtful poignancy in poems to a distant father, an aunt, Emily Dickinson (in anagrams), his mother. “ . . . if our deaths are like stars that blew up ages ago, and we’re just waiting until the light gets here . . .” these poems are gleefully lighting the way.
—Peter Pereira, author of Saying the World and What's Written on the Body
