In this short collection, I encountered gasp after gasp of discoveries. The images are strange and precise, surreal and darkly comical.
– An elderly breast slips to the floor and travels to her husband.
– A widower eats his dead wife’s ashes in his morning cereal.
– Art has many flavors, like berries in parks at night.
After gulping down fifty poems in a single sitting, I felt the world had tilted. Days later, visions keep swirling in my mind. Now I want to go back and savor Ambushing Water more slowly, if I dare. Sleep hides in the corner “afraid of the dark as a nightmare / crossed the sky”….