Poetry that ranges from C. Mulrooney's direct but crackling mordancies to such nondirect work as Michael Basinski's "Spell of Quince" (Ist line: "low olo ore odil") and St. Thomasino's "Ekphrasis No. 811 (which ends "Glottis/ Hic/ Cough/ Angel" . . . but wait, those are all real words!) with Crag Hill's fascinatingly lyrical/political "Spring Wound" and some astronomical illustrations of the solar system in between.--Bob Grumman
This review originally appeared in TapRoot Reviews #2,
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