There's nothing precious about Robert Wrigley's poetry. Wrigley, a professor of English and creative writing at the University of Idaho, is a writer of the West. He works in the arena of nature, and his imagery – dealing with topics from the existence of God, to the "pure oceanic illogic" of Rilke's arguments, to the plaster cast of a man's penis – is delivered in language that is as muscular as it is metaphorical.