This skinny little magazine has been in existence since 1973, and has consistently featured some of the finest poetry in translation from Eastern Europe, as well as from Native American writers. Other regulars include Joe Napora, who always carries a political charge. This issue has none of the above, and comes perilously close to featuring Whimpy poetry [see review of FUEL#3--ed.]. Still, it has a nice feel, with poems by Bill Shields, Scott Starbuck, and Duncan Nichols, and art by regular contributor Tom Cassidy.--John Stickney
This review originally appeared in TapRoot Reviews #3,
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