Review by Joanna M. Weston about the best Canadian poetry. From the content of Ferguson’s poems and at the same time the best poems of all time, it is unclear which meaning of ‘commute’ he intends: to reduce a prison sentence; to make substitution; or to travel regularly over some distance to work. There is real promise in his flights of language and his obvious love of words in this unpaginated chapbook of eleven poems. Unfortunately he falls into the trap of playing word games, as in ‘Lichen’: Like Unto Mar Bull Marble Masticator Master Cater His love of word-games leads him to use alliteration too frequently as in ‘A Vindication of the Flights of Seagulls’: …the blanched bone updrafts