Men Who Feed Pigeons

You just need to pick up this book of poetry, Hill's sixteenth or so collection, to see what it is and whether you might like it. The poems are tiny—two or four or six lines long—grouped in series about particular men, or kinds of men, some loved, some hated or feared, many both. They are delightfully direct, sometimes disturbing, and often disarmingly hilarious, in a way I can only compare to Dorothy Parker, or maybe Phyllis Diller. To give you an idea, here's an entire poem, called "My Life as a Pair of Crocs": "I try to look both earnest and adorable / like surgeons' crocs before they're sprayed with blood." I like these poems a lot.