The Seventh Day

Don Precosky teaches English at the College of New Caledonia and is the
co-editor of Four Realities: Poets of Northern B.C.

The Seventh Day is terribly flat. It inspires a nonreaction. What does Lewis Horne have to say? Nothing, it seems. Poetry is supposed to be language that crackles with an electrical charge. This book is soggy shredded wheat; it’s white bread soaked in warm milk. The pieces in it look like poems; there are even recognizable images. But there just isn’t enough life in them.