Bill Jones’s nearly 65 years on Earth have filled the man with wonder. He’s heard the voices of family through five generations, the young magically echoing the old. He’s witnessed the world of anthrax and America’s cities set on fire, seen the impossible become all too possible. In the US, Mexico, Colombia, and Jamaica, he’s traveled roads not often taken. He’s been haunted by dreams which spoke the truth and gave him new direction. For him, life burns brightest in the scenes he can’t forget. Such scenes are his clear focus in At Sunset, Facing East. “At Sunset, Facing East is an absorbing journey through one man’s life—its humor, its wonder, its despair and its dreams. Turning the pages, you feel the light coming and going, the sudden appearance of shadows, the darkness making quiet entrance. This is a poet who believes that life itself is the great poem one is writing, and the book dazzles with its rigorous and passionate contemplation of what it means to be alive.” —Kendra Kopelke, Poet, Editor of Passager and author of Eager Street and Hopper’s Women