A series of charcoal drawings that go darkly manywhere via an expressionism that reminds me of Egon Schiele and Francis Bacon. Snell provides poems for her illustrations that generally extend rather than just rephrase them--e.g., "Wired up to perpetual self serve,/ the meter running--/ up from the depth arises/ nothing!/ But the phone's always ringing/ off the wall."--Bob Grumman
This review originally appeared in TapRoot Reviews #1,
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