Aptly titled are these poems: they are like vials without bottoms .
held up, looked through, a universe can be discerned. They pour and
continue to pour a mixture of guile and subterfuge, language that
contradicts, and bargains for its own sanity, contents in volume
denying the size of these trick vessels. - Mervyn Taylor
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