Peter Norman finds the uncanny in the everyday. His poems surprise you, making you laugh and weep (sometimes simultaneously) with recognition at the fleeting spark of existence. Like archaeological sites between the strum und drang of our daily dramas, Norman's poems excavate playgrounds freshly vacated, graves until recently inhabited, basements and dark corners where life and death go on without us. They present us with a world that lives and breathes and endures, where we are simply transitory visitors.