Like some kid who listens to Depeche Mode while practicing the ancient art of divining water, Charles Martin spins out beautifully constructed formal poems with a decidedly contemporary spin. "At Home With Psyche and Eros," for instance, depicts Eros bringing home the tabloids so that Psyche can read about Bigfoot's pregnant daughter. "Victoria's Secret" similarly juxtaposes the contemporary lingerie catalogue with current perceptions of Victorian sensuality. I'll leave you with this sample, from "Stanzas After Endgame": "Meaning emerges out of random act / And lasts as long as there are those intent / On finding it and keeping it intact / In fables of impermanence.