Peter Junker's poetry collection Things Will Get Worse is, at turns, wryly comical and poignantly observant. All of the poems are in a sonnet-like verse form he invented, of ten lines of ten syllables each, called the hekaton. His subjects range from the unpredictability of living with manic-depression, to scenes of boyhood and manhood, to tableaux of human history and myth, to meditations on how to be in the world.
