" The most unique set of poems I have ever read." "Having read Dark Earth by Dean J Baker my first reaction is WOW. This was written for me. His poetry speaks to me deep down in my soul." "What I admire is Dean's pulling out all the stops, no sublime romanticist here; no, instead he's taken notes from the underbelly of those masters of the macabre and grotesque." "Dean is a true comic poet as well, full of those sly interventions and evasions, slights of self, incriminations and elisions.. He's the kind of poet that gets under your skin and stays there like a song in some dark noir alley that sings to you of love and death suckled on good old home grown truth." Poems of the good and bad earth - nature raw in the physical and the spiritual, the emotional and the intellectual. ...from some reviews: https: //deanjbaker.wordpress.com/reviews/ Exempt of the narcissistic emptiness built into other forms of contemporary culture, Dean J. Baker's works show a highly disciplined, passionate and informed uniqueness you won't be seeing elsewhere. He brings to his craft a very widely read mind, fully intimate with all the great literature of the past, along with a similar awareness of today's writers. Through his exceptional and distinctive poems and prose poems you will be fully engaged in an ongoing relationship which you will find irreplaceable, and delightful in their enrichening influence. His poetry allows for re-reading and renewed understanding through the work and its in-depth nuances in the only standing form of active privacy extant. ..from an early review.." "The key to Dean's art is its unique subtle narration of certain moments that are never revealed in the full natural disclosure of facts, but are rather revealed more subtly in the voicing of certain affective relations between memory and mind in this ongoing inquisition with the sordidness of our unlived lives. Dean is a true comic poet as well, full of those sly interventions and evasions, slights of self, incriminations and elisions... He's the kind of poet that gets under your skin and stays there like a song in some dark noir alley that sings to you of love and death suckled on good old home grown truth. "" http: //deanjbaker.wordpress.com