An 8 1/2" X 11" photocopied collection of twenty-one violent poems which the poet defines as "reality-based poetry." Artwork by Robert W. Howington, mostly minimalist stick figures, and newspaper clippings of violence. These poems are alive with crisis; "am i wrong/ or is that/ blood whistling/ out of the holes/ in his throat." Moore is definitely intense and his short free verse poems are full of biting savagery, furious razor slices of shock, and ghastly everyday images. This is a verbal binge of vigorous fear twisted from the bowels of assault: "those days we'd shoot at whatever moved..."--R.R. Lee Etzwiler
This review originally appeared in TapRoot Reviews #4,
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