Chainsaw Teddybear
In this small book of excellent poetry, one extraordinary work jumps out. “Elegy for TS”: “TS knew we behave like all fluids / Rain to the gutter / Like the air, moving toward areas / of lower pressure / He knew to respect the perfect fool / Articulated many an unspoken rule / Like how each man is measured / By the size of his arms.” This is a particularly haunted piece, and most of the rest herein measures up. (MD)