Douglas Barbour and Sheila E. Murphy extend their singular poetic vision of that elusive third I/eye in Continuations 2. The new lyric voice sustained (within) these labyrinthine
verses does so by virtue of its authors' pitch-perfect collaborative process. For ten years they have kept their song alive via email, pulsing jazz-like variations and haunting repetitions
back and forth from Arizona to Alberta, all the while adhering to that taut stanza of six lines. Readers who admire Barbour and Murphy's past innovations, or any poetry that gracefully
exceeds its reach, will enjoy Continuations 2.