Fine set of poetry that matches twisted visions and tortured words, near hallucinations grounded in a somewhat harsh and bleak reality. Nice balance of consistence and variety. Faves include Sheila Murphy's one-liner "eye texture, woman pink unchanged decomposition", Pat Longes "barbara jane Boogie" (not just for the line "holy cadillahoppers", but that helps), and Elaine Seech's "cunt".--luigi
This review originally appeared in TapRoot Reviews #1,
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