"A Rock Crystal, A Roach, A Tree of Heaven/ Hosiery to spectroheliographs long since departed..."
Continuing Fagin and Coolidge's collaborative work this poem maps out a personified landscape of habitat making up an inhabited intercon-nectedness, the personalities of Taxis and Soho breaking in like fetishes for a worn-down system keep your shirt off your back if it bites you take this with you when you go shopping.--Daniel Davidson
This review originally appeared in TapRoot Reviews #3,
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