Janice Kochanski's poetry is in a class of its own: It rides on an unnerving simplicity that sticks in the mind like fragments of glass. Her subjects are commonplace, her way of seeing them so utterly out of the ordinary as to revise our notion of what we're actually looking at when we see a cat, a bus, a butterfly, a new pair of pants. She will alter your sense of reality-and, as you see life through her unerring eyes, your sense of the things that truly matter in it.