ÒBibbÕs poems are cubist constructions flashing meaning from unexpected corners, reflecting that which is just-beyond-the-bend. Like a painted canvas that has been folded in upon itself into an origami animal, these works wait to spring upon those who prise their fingers and minds into the creases looking for themselves. Caveat Emptor - you may find something of yourself between the odd angles within!Ó
--Forrest Aguirre, Fugue XXIX / Leviathan 4