An experiment in morphology, an exploration of dimensions, Ridire Quinn's Sometimes a Screech Owl is a work of vision. The beauty is perhaps best summated in that of mirrors and opposites - aching, pointed, inquisitive though never questioning, as deeply experimental as it is visceral. This is a collection come from digging, from pulling humanity out of the rubble, effortlessly making then now and now then. Hiding poems within poems, Quinn creates a depth as beautiful and seemingly infinite as the history we travel while reading them.-Annie Grizzle