by Kevin Sampsell, May 25, 2005 4:01 PM
A couple of years ago a young poet named Daniel Crocker seemed to explode onto the small press scene. His poetry has the ability to make you cry if you let it. Some of his longer poems and writings about his brother's death and other close-to-the-heart matters are clear and strong in their tone and vision. He had been touted by numerous heavy-hitting poets by the time he was 25. And I must agreeI feel it's important to note that although I prefer poetry that experiments with form, Crocker's straight-ahead observations are enough to knock me on my ass, even without writer-like tricks. He is already one of the best of the under-30 crowd.