There is a sacred river that runs through the cosmos composed of all knowledge past and present. Only shamans and bards of the rarest order are able to approach its radiant waters and to utter the visions they encounter on its banks. Ray Gonzalez has drunk from that river, and the poetry he has given us is rich with truths and wonders. Now he enters the realm of the prose poem and raises its possibilities to new heights. It seems as if the form was discovered in order to carry his vision. - Morton Marcus