Poetry. In this engaging collection, Gildner considers life as seen anew through the eyes of his young daughter, and yet he remembers his own father and reflects on the passage of time in his life. Here he comes again with a new book of poems, writes Paul Zimmer. Gildner, the kid from Flint, the jaunty pitcher/shortstop, the quarterback from Holy Redeemer, a genuine American article, still in love with the 1950s and being young, still showing us the fancy moves and surprising turns. Dave Smith writes that Gildner reminds me of Randall Jarrell's praise for a language that even cats and dogs can read, the hardest thing in the world to write well.