"Thurston's poems always danced, as the early writings here demonstrate, in line and spacing, long before dance as a practice became his poetic focus and his ethical metaphor for other modes of action and introspection. They always measured a world to be moved into, fine lines across fine distinctions. His texts become cues for performance, in performance, but just as important is the insistent voice of the poem as it becomes increasingly the voice of the poet: restless, relentless, carrying us with it. This is all for us: 'in dancing your own rite you don't/ do it for yourself.' This is crystallized in the culminating triumph of the lockdown sonnet sequence, 'A Hard Grief'; it reaches out from our shared resignation and hope. We're all 'searching/ for the shapes that shadowed the meaning/ until the flow showed up', and Thurston is our invaluable lead." -Robert Sheppard