by Angelo Colavita
In a world where cast-iron children become monsters (and not just in day dreams) HEROINes finds just the right tone. I am relieved not to be overwhelmed with junk withdrawal or junk life descriptions—copping, fixing, getting sick, etc— but rather a focus on the inner state as evoked via jangly images tumbling & conjoined. “Ohio” made me especially sad as it is every crumbled love that ever was. “Only” and its existential edge reminds me of the futility of the attempt to hold life's essence at bay. It always roars back.
HEROINes delivers the whole addiction experience without ever being “realistic” in the dead letter sense of providing information that everyone else does, has or could.
- Jim Cory, author of Chopped Liver and Das Volk
from Last Moon:
"Tattoo masquerades for pincushion chokeholders
wearing rubber hose blindfolds.
Hula girls stand soft and weary with abscessed faces
when the point's gone over their heads.
maker her dance, georgie-boy;
she's deaf to ukuleles.
Brethren of the thirty-gauge mosquitoes
dressed to sevens in a permanent bathrobe.
Room with a view of brick windows
to watch the sunset
over purple metropolis pawnshop.