I am really enjoying this, even more since having a baby myself. He has some really grounded imagery and yet also the sublime of the banal. ( )

Ultimately, it was too much. Teicher gives us a life, in all its messy, glorious insecurity, in the guise of formal verse. I needed two months to get from poem one to poem two. Getting to Death, the concluding piece, might take more time than I have, as each cuts away a slice of protective myth about contemporary society (or self) that must then scab over and heal before moving along to the next. Much like life itself.