My rating: 5 of 5 stars
A romp(er) in the sense that everything is worn, frayed, last legs etc. That the language is newish and known, a sound fulcrum, & um (sic) becoming. No being the master in these poems, no meaning no to those who wish to ‘ah’ at the end of the poem/section/book. Unless it’s “ah! i just stepped on that honey.” That’s this book. Honey and glue and milky inconsistencies feeding both ends of the fire back to its original burning, ornery burning, loosie-goosie fires that “flap flap”. Yay!
