Henri Cole has collected here a set of poems that I am alternately dawn to describe as either very subtle or very timid. In the background lurks reference to flesh and sex that never quite materializes in the poetry. It’s the opposite of what I would call visceral. Not quite sure what to do with ...
#IV of "The Beatitudes of Malibu" by Rowan Ricardo Phillips, finally answers the question... "What the hell really happened that time out on the highway, when Mel Gibson was ranting to the cops." I really wished a newscaster would have just said this, and then we could have all said..."Oh, I get it ...
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