What a complex, many-layered, rich work An Oak Hunch is. Should I confess my sense of inadequacy vis-à-vis this book up front? I think Phil Hall might. When I agreed to review this, his most recent volume of poems (the 15th if one counts the four chapbooks), I had no idea what I was letting myself in for. Initially I was somewhat baffled by the words on the page. But when I heard Hall read at my local Toronto bookstore (Another Story on Roncesvalles), I was captivated by this poet whose reading of his own work infuses it with heart and viscera. Turning off my pedantic ‘demander-of-full-understanding brain’ I began to hear the muscular musicality of the poems, to respond to their emotions. I was hooked.