Glen Downie practises the prose poem, that “monster child of two incompatible strategies, the lyric and the narrative” (as Charles Simic puts it) with a sure sense of the way its nimble subversions can unsettle and energize routine. These quickfooted entries pretty much wreck the here-and-now as a safe haven for cliché. … each slippage in the assumed real is a gift, recalling such great prose poets as Ponge, Simic and Zbigniew Herbert.
— Don McKay