Harold Jaffe is a lapsed lit-prof who has spent most of the last decade sojourning on several continents, isthmuses. He has sighted trees and, beneath them, moss-like, sages. Their signals and fractured utterances he has transmitted into a kind of fiction, four separate volumes, and into verse called Freaks' Dreams. Shards have appeared in Poetry Northwest, the Beloit Poetry Journal, Confrontation, The New York Times, One, Dhara, Commonweal. Presently living near the Atlantic, he devotes his time to the contemplation of sea-wrack.