This is why I like Miller's poetry. It's the niggling thoughts left lingering after the words have gone--after the poet has left the room and the beer has been drunk and the games of pool have been played out to their 8-ball conclusions.
The question we have to ask ourselves is where does our world end and (Miller's) begin? The two worlds are seamless, which makes the blending of sensibilities so natural that we suddenly find ourselves blown like smoke across a strange, yet familiar landscape.
The sensitive honesty found in the work of Errol Miller is a noteworthy example of U.S. regional writing that rises above localism to universal issues facing us all.