Street-level poetry from the prolific Paul Weinman. He gets himself wound up like a top and then explodes on the page, and the poems move from childish to malevolent very quickly. The more you get into this chapbook the more intense it gets. Interspersed with drawings by Blair Wilson.--Roger Kyle-Keith
This review originally appeared in TapRoot Reviews #1,
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