<p>In his latest collection, accelerant, Bill Yarrow bears witness to nature&rsquo;s and mankind&rsquo;s fierce wiles. But Yarrow never forgets to be poetic, nor does he skimp on his trademark zaniness. While most poets opt for serenity, Yarrow opines that &ldquo;the only chance for happiness / is to excommunicate all calm.&rdquo; By eschewing tameness for his unique brand of mayhem, Yarrow does exactly what poets should do: speaks his mind and throws caution to the wind.</p><p>&mdash; <strong>Cindy Hochman</strong>, author of <em>Habeas Corpus</em></p>