i am strapped in -- my head inside a helmet of darkness. this book is a viewing screen. there is an onslaught of image. almost every poem is an attack on the senses --color, light, sound, juxtaposed realities. each piece wants to scar the reader, to render reader... with jarring, shaking, followed by flowing reveries, and always raphælite humor. these are updated surrealist ingredients. an american sur-real poet that enjoys -- instead of the anguish.--Nico Vassilakis
This review originally appeared in TapRoot Reviews #4,
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