One long poem in a tiny booklet that captures the narrator's voice speaking across the miles to and about his long-lost love--while outside, it rains on Trinity Street, "that borderland between/ the affluent and the/ fallen." Nice and moody and ending as "the named and the nameless/ walk side by side/ in the slow fall." Modest production of a personal poem with a subdued emotional tone.--Thomas Willoch
This review originally appeared in TapRoot Reviews #3,
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