Strong, fresh poems whose stanzas, in general, approximate haiku. Sensualities both personal (e.g., "we who have been two/ tongues inside one laughter/ close each other's lips") and impersonal ("outgrowing angles/ the river swallows/ thistle seeds") that sometimes veer into surrealism, as when a footprint is described as "sleepless," or the narrator speaks of his name's "skin."--Bob Grumman
This review originally appeared in TapRoot Reviews #3,
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