This collection of “prose poems” is unsettling. (Prose poem
is a description that makes me cringe a bit – perhaps calling them single page
short stories might be better).
They are stand alone pieces and yet gradually you pick up on
the same names being mentioned – there is a thread that runs between them, but
what exactly that thread is never comes completely into focus. They are both gritty and surreal, are they of
the past or of the future? you can’t pin them down, but there is a deep sense
of the “real” about them. They force the
reader’s own imagination into work as you try to make sense of the world that
is being sketched before you – and that is the real strength of the collection,
they demand your input and so you are drawn in.
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