Languid, yes sometimes, but always soft, flowing, lyrical. Beautiful without the edge, the hard-driving refrains which made her earlier book "The Moon Cycle" a gift. Here Effie lets us see another side, a magical, moody side applied to loves of all kinds, with exacting allusions to Sirens, Medea, Diana, Satyrs, Salome, Angels, George Sand, the sun, the army, and even a foot fetish. Her poetry is infused with imagery, energy, and an impressive boldness: "The sky is a brass drum that gleams/ pound on it/ you will hurt your hands..."--R.R. Lee Etzwiler
This review originally appeared in TapRoot Reviews #5,
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