" Something unique happened with I read Ken Peters poetry on Saturday night in the beginning of October 1999. I think I learned how to scream quietly. I started reading, not knowing what to expect, and suddenly there was an epiphany. Buried in the poetry of Ken Peters was a profound understanding of nature and the nature of being. His pounding rhythms and structure beat out haunting images which transformed and transfigured me into awe of existence, anger against ignorance, and respect for gravity. A strong sense of voice and a unique style drove home his compelling need to describe our earth with a no-nonsense, matter-of-fact attitude -- no easy task when the world he is describing is magnificent and often has much trouble hearing anything or anyone but itself."