poetry zine, #7, $2, 88 Dagmar Ave., Toronto, ON, M4M 1W1, Canada
Finally, a poetry zine which remains interesting throughout. I kid you not: the poems in here are all fantastic! Take, for instance, Nicole Blizzard’s “In Transit,” which houses this awesome stanza: “and I think of/your skin/and how I want/to concoct some/clumsiness or/accident/that would let me/brush mine/against yours/however briefly/while I stifle a sigh/within”. I think this is probably the first time I’ve ever really been smitten with a poetry zine. Or, at least, the first time in a really long while. Get this now! (Anthony Gerace)