."..It was like something I dreamt, a whispering I might have heard/ in the long-ago of light and mist and rain/ imprinting unreadable coins on the rooftops..." These words, spoken by the narrator of the dense, gorgeous, and unsettling book entitled "Black Series" could serve to describe Sheck's poetry itself. In long, undulating lines, she lays forth her vision of a fitful world that exists in parallel to our own, building a commentary on the broken but often beautiful circuitry of our mental and physical lives.

Reading this book is a near psychedelic experience. But Sheck's universe is not just a virtual one; throughout these poems, the ordinary is the jumping off point as well as the final destination of her eye and ear. "What does the orange hawkweed do inside this dark — its radiance/ secretive but not extinguished?" she asks, suggesting that what exists in darkness can be lit from within, as her verse is.

"Rarely, if ever, has the contemporary lyric been both so pure and so informed with varieties of experience; the historical and the mythic and the utterly everyday; crack addicts and Medusa and Goya, carpenter bees and graffiti, the blur of a xerox and the evocativeness of cave paintings; all conveyed with a startling precision of perception and reflection and locution. This is fine work, both delicate and bold."

--C.K. Williams


"An illuminated insight and wit highlight the deep-seeing of Laurie Sheck's Black Series. This is a seeing into things that is musical, a taking apart and putting-back-together that cast the human eye as godlike--almost Emersonian. What we think we know is imagistically probed till it reveals something we didn't know. In this sense, the poems in Sheck's wonderful book are "spies of light": they disrobe our senses so that each of us is Goya's apprentice, honing our skills to see in the dark. Here nothing is borrowed; each poem's imagery is direct, seldom beyond us, yet always challenging. We can all savor Black Series, an exhibition of lyrical surprises."
-Yusef Komunyakaa


"Laurie Sheck is a modern shaman, a storyteller who knows that the best stories are not those that merely entertain but those that accompany us long after their telling . . . Just as in ancient worlds myths offered the templates for negotiating a safe path through terrors natural and Olympian, Laurie Sheck's poems find embodiments for the maladies of the new millennium: anxiety and the terror of affluence, alienation in the midst of commerce, and the illusion of Free Will in the Free World. Imagine being plopped down in this civilization without prior knowledge of it; imagine having to map your way without any clues but those the mysterious person guarding the city gates chooses to give out. 'Listen carefully,' she whispers; and you do, because your life depends on it."
--Rita Dove, Washington Post Bookworld