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Art is, indeed, a jealous mistress.
Two
tight poems. Two tight poems “pounding splinters through the rings
in my
name.”
“All
synesthesia is involuntary.” Two poems that mesh nature, science
and
metaphor.
The
best part , the seduction, compels you to read these twisty poems
again and
again.
Three
prose poems take us on a journey of “Uncommon disturbances
domesticated.”
“Two
and a Half Weeks after Meeting the Love of His Life Online” and
darkly
humorous “matchless resignation” explore the unwelding of
forever. May I never
be single again.
Two
prose poems that negotiate seriosity and variousness; with a
picklejuice
chaser.
You can feel the truth of the “if” in this solid poem.
Vainglorious “three-dimensional you must wait for two-dimensional you.”
Three
poems by a master poet. “If he said stop, would you have
heard?” They
aren’t about what you think. They are.
Poems of place; that examine the city beneath the city.
What
happens between waking and sleeping? “The chimera licks me with her
languid tongue…”
Her
clever use of language “There was toast / for Sonameed Merle” +
lyricism
invites easy entry into this entertaining poem.
Science
fiction, near fiction, the truth? Two inventive poems by an
experienced
poet.
Chunky
poems filled with substantial words and ginormous concepts contained
in
a tidy and unique format. “There isn/t a word / / for …”
“There are words / /
like: … .”
4 highly crafted, austere poems
Three
amazing angst riddled narrative poems: “I knew it all, and then the
moths
came.”
This
poet has an excellent understanding of the line. Her poems are rife
with a
pleasing array of transmogrification.
A somber, powerful, universal poem, that you will never tire of rereading.
I end with a poem by a notable poet; Perchik’s panoramic vision.