Poetry. Image, phrase, cadence and tone, all indicate, in the poetry of Stephen Sartarelli, some anterior and shattered perfection. A fundamental but never fully disclosed schism haunts the lines. Only a longing so extreme as to be apocalyptic seems capable of uniting all living things. Words themselves fall to either side in the judgment that often seems about to begin. They throng under distinct banners; one says celebration and the other, dread. For each of these warring dispositions the poet has developed a way of writing, creating impressive poetic worlds of eerie distances and abrupt intensities. -- Joseph Donahue There are no secrets left/ to shine upon our nakedness:// the frost beneath the open sky/ burns the lips/ before they would speak. . . . (Arcana Mundi) Perfectbound chapbook. Also available as part of an 8 book set for $21. Please see listing under Jensen/Daniels set.