Words as water, a mystical intention. Words bouncing against each other, both spatially on the page and contextually in their meanings, as opposites are forced into cohabitation, and odd rhyme parodies are generated as sound echoes and re-echos. And through it all, the ebb and flow of the word tides, like ocean tides, advancing and retreating, washing over you. "Firsts, lasts, causes and effects/Wrecked echoes... to cure."--Tom Willoch
This review originally appeared in TapRoot Reviews #1,
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