Poems without pretension. The best are simple snapshots, portraits--like f'rinstance Joan Kincaid's deli clerk, or Rustynne Dalton's drunken father holding his crows. Some sing, like Kevin Donahue's "A Post AIDS Christmas Hymn." A few are closer to doggerel--quips that rhyme, amusing but unsatisfying. A handful of reviews closes things up.--luigi
This review originally appeared in TapRoot Reviews #3,
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