Minor Blood

It’s Minor Blood that flows through our minor lives. Michael McLeod’s (of Train Wreck fame) artful chapbook of cryptograms brings us to the consequential loneliness of the everyday. “Ordinary/Pain/Pale and bloody/ My fingers drawn” chants this hymn to the fragile past, to the way we were yesterday. It’s a beautiful book, small and precious, desperate writing mimicked by its palm-size format. Text is smeared, the same lines repeating and canceling themselves out, making this whole thing look perfectly, appropriately, like a printing accident. (HN)

mini-chapbook, Michael McLeod, $1, PO Box 652, Sydney, NS, B1P 6H7

 

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