Moving beyond the easiness of ordinary surrealism, these poems carry us through atmospheres where objects appear and act on one another but nothing seems solid. It's as if things were in a constant state of transformation--the body is a mutable idea in the common mind that can change at whim. These poems are delightful excursion into what lies behind the illusion.--Jake Berry
This review originally appeared in TapRoot Reviews #1,
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