Mostly solid plainstyle poems, among them the first poem I'd read by the notoriously black-humored Todd Moore--a fun anecdote about boys playing cops and robbers who happened on a man who seemed to be sleeping off a drunk until "jimmy went/ closer & sd ants/ are coming out/ of a hole/ in his head then/ he opened the/ door & stuck/ the gun barrel/ into the wound/ yelling look how/ far i can make/ it go in."--Bob Grumman
This review originally appeared in TapRoot Reviews #5,
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