Slaves to Do These Things

I'm portable. My mind travels / the verse and valleys of whole people says the poet. Correct! Readers of this book will discover their own memories. They will melt in them, amazed, lullabied, dramatized, shocked that they exist. Amy King is a true bard. - Tomaž Šalamun Smoke n' hott, these poems emerge as ... audible diamonds that cut, where Rock is King & candor disarms paranoia, or, in King's case, downright dismembers it: Forgive me, I am the final/ seminary soul to check your shape/ in the dress of that embalming line. Passengered adeptly under the influence of Lorca, Neruda maybe, (Buried by midnight/ I am a warm/ fly in amber.) the reader wants to shout, GO DUENDE!!! -Jeni Olin