Kevin Davies once said Patrick R. Phillips is “ our Larry Eigner.” Comparisons only approximate, but the location in the terrain of poets is apt. Phillips’ we plié echoes Eigner’ s status as outsider, the experimenter with love, language and place, nature-fed that in turn feeds poets more in the center of experiment. In similar locale, Lorine Neidecker in her spare nature, her Wisconsin, mop in hand, is in these poems, too.