Deftly, even masterfully, inept attempts to communicate, as an the following untitled poem: "So much/ to think/ to say of it// I cannot/ words excuse/ me simple// diction/ yet I have not said." Wonderful epiphanies occur, such as a look through branches "to catch the glint of light/ that follows water/ out where more than water is."--Bob Grumman
This review originally appeared in TapRoot Reviews #2,
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