Winner of the 2008 Bobbit National Poetry Prize.<br><br>&ldquo;Few others in contemporary poetry are so brilliantly able to combine wit and weight, to charge the language so it virtually glows in the dark. Hicok&#39;s poems just plain rock. They rock because they are gorgeous. They rock because they are sad and turn on the radio. They dance our &#39;clumsy living&#39; with our shadows and our isolations to a music that always, always remembers the original delight in which &#39;the feel of things, if [we] cherish, helps [us] live / more like a minute than a clock.&#39;&rdquo;—Beckian Fritz Goldberg