These pack a punch. There is a lot happening here. To sex, fetish PVC, politics (they do go together in the UK, n’est ce pas ministaire?) and musings of the visions of dr.delany. A couple of lines really zing. “I look to the needle for a key./Twisted paper clips can’t open anything anymore.” Dark work but an underlying string of hopes interwoven in lines. Extremely modern writing. Nothing archaic. Only erections, excretions and revolution. A gas mask drawing dons the back of one of the issues. Timely with walls breaking in Quebec City. He is looking for other poets for an anthology. Write and he will listen. (T. Anders Carson)
poetry, 6 pgs. each, Tim Lidster, free, 871 Spring Garden Rd., Burlington, ON L7T 1J6