"These poems made of hard prairie light keep faith with the past by refusing to look away.  In spare, lean lyrics, Sorenson’s work scours the meat plants, rotgut bars and railroad yards of small Dakota towns.  Fearless, precise, missing nothing, Mr. Sorenson insists on saying what happened, however difficult that might be.  In looking so clearly at ourselves, Railman’s Son illuminates the lives we lead, which in itself is a kind of revelation."