Gritty strings of dislocated urban images fill up the poems in this mini-chapbook. The poems were readable, though I found they got a bit tiresome. After the first few, they all seemed like Donna in the poem “Having A Time in Our Lives”, ex-best friend of a best friend – someone you like talking to for a few minutes, but after a while you get sick of her. Then again, this might have been an entirely different review if I didn’t have to squint at the miniature words crammed together on miniature pages – pointless and hardly conducive to anything but ease in mailing. Sometimes bigger is better. (HN)