In this single-artist issue of RAW BONE, Tom House's work is highlighted by a strange collection of poems that border on rants: "sure you're free to speak in America/ LONG AS NOBODY HEARS YOU", or "from/ CALIFORNIA/ land of make-believe/ and military hardware", or "twist the world/ to your liking"--a charged & encapsulated political anger. There's also a wonderful sex poem, "a slow disintegration", which carries a heated seduction in the only direction it can go. This is a small sampling of Tom's work, but a great place to start if you're interested in insightful anger, mixed with earthy desire.--Oberc
This review originally appeared in TapRoot Reviews #5,
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