Prose about a student returning home from classes stoned, one way or another. The result is a cracking dream-collage of current events, household events, math homework, plain insanity, and so on. At one point, the first-person protagonist starts swaying--the trees, squirrels, birdbaths, wheelbarrows, plums, "and even the outhouses over by the tennis courts" join him--"but wow! they sway so hard, they fall over."--Bob Grumman
This review originally appeared in TapRoot Reviews #3,
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