Edited with a Foreword by Mark Cox
"What a wonderful gift to have these last poems by Jack Myers. It is a book I wouldn't be without. Jack was a quintessentially American poet. He wrote in a distilled American idiom with a wiseguy humor that is truly wise. He honored the past, and the future, too, but knew a poet's work was to strive for the elusive eternal present. Poetry, for Jack, is the art of the elusive, which is where mystery resides. Poetry, for Jack, was making up his prayer. He knew he might never arrive at some all-explaining religion, but, damn, he had a beautiful prayer."
"Jack Myers, most generous and indelible of poets-your voice remains strong and sustaining forever. Thanks for continuing to write even when the going got really, really rough. Your wit and wisdom abide in compelling, honest bounty. If we read you, we cannot lose you."
-Naomi Shihab Nye
"However casually, and against all odds, Jack Myers' poems cried out, and argued with themselves, for consolation. Disappointment is the seeker's life. And in these last, wise, beautifully rendered poems, he's given us the message of his yearning, and so consoled himself. My heart is broken."
"Jack Myers delivers his poems with disarming honesty and a gritty sense of humor."