Five poems by a woman who is described to the fore as "currently looking forward." Lots of very intelligently dopey fun with words, as in "Stoop" which ends with "the action of activity,/ beast or burden, stoop to concur, it becomes you." Lyrical at points, too, as in the description of "yellow flowers,/ capable of full expansion,/ (that) absorbed the sadness, their/ real origin," from "Krishnamurti's Journal."--Bob Grumman
This review originally appeared in TapRoot Reviews #3,
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