In Soft Launch, Aaron Belz takes what might seem normal to other
people--a 1/3 full bottle of Prell left in a musty shower stall of a
mountain cabin, for instance--and turns it over in the light until its
true self emerges, a thirsty dolphin lost in the piney woods. Or so he
claims. Regardless, in these poems, the sentimentalized experience of
middle-age is about not just connectedness but overconnectedness, and
to all the wrong things. Hyperaware, hypervigilant, and abundantly
alert, Belz surveys the banal, the grinding quotidian, and asks not, "Is
this all?" but rather "Isn't this not all?" And then he bows his head
either to pray or to nap.