A collection of prose poems, each in a single paragraph and full of such enchantments as: "When the moon learns anchors and the wild stars howl, the bridled zero risks fingerprints" (which I read as a splendidly authentic recreation of Chaos's being subdued--toward Life).--Bob Grumman
This review originally appeared in TapRoot Reviews #1,
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