While reading this delightful collection, I thought of the old Beat epithet, "gone." Artists may come and go, but the best stay gone. So it is with the groovily gone poems in this chapbook, at once witty and poignant, sensual and fractal, while admirably economical. These poems reveal how "everything is velcroed / to each other thing"; how once "the illustrious ancestors" of gnats were "the scourge - of dinosaurs"; how in order to bake an apple...
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