An image of a dreamy soft focus pink book about famous people. Perhaps the fantasies of the stars told in poems. Maybe the aspirations of the author who sleeps on high reverie hoping to awaken to their life on a reality show. No! There are too many metaphors and beautiful words.

A little sweet book of poems carefully crafted in hard and light contemporary language. The reader reads - celebrity dreams. I think the author intends more. This is definitely a sensitive area - Of reality - Of the past.

A precise regard - not just the life of those on a pedestal. The poems are about us. These are political poems firing at the barricades disguised as sweet dreams. These are lovely personal sonnets reflecting on what is lost. These are shocking and aggressive – how could the author dream these things, or do celebrities dream differently? He seduces you into his famous beauty sleep. Why does he have dreams about Chuck Norris?

Judson Hamilton writes prose poetry with so much care and lusciousness; language takes the initiative. I like these poems and they remind me of the world of Max Jacob where linguistics sublimely pull and push you along.

A short book of twenty-four poems: I feel pain when I read them. Sorrow and sadness, a lament you say. Some I just laughed at. Some are tragic. Some I cannot explain. Some make me hate globalization. Some warmly take me back with a smile.

Does he dream with Keanu Reeves too? Or Dustin Hoffman? My head swirls in the same way it does when I listen to “Lucy in the sky with Diamonds” so too do I feel punched in the face like the first time I heard NIN. I recommend this poetry book - it is wonderful.