The poems in This Sweet Haphazard are anything but haphazard in their designs or effects, and while sweetness resides here, it’s a sweetness hard-won by looking at life unflinchingly. Wegener’s gift is to show us that the ever-changing, the temporal, is as close as we’re apt to come to paradise. These are poems that no one will forget, radiating as they do with Central Valley heat, with the beauty of the ordinary, and with the love of a woman for the “sweet haphazard of home,” from which everything here so accurately and ingeniously arises.