Normally I would back off from any poetry collection that had quotes from The New York Post or The Village Voice, but Bridges captures a NYC I used to see when I live in New Jersey. These are ice-cold gritty poems that leave layers of frostbite poisoning a hundred miles beneath the skin. He grabs Manhattan by the balls, and make it piss in you face. This is good strong stuff, from a writer stained with the street.--oberc
This review originally appeared in TapRoot Reviews #4,
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