Reviews!

The first reviews of my two latest books are in! (See below.)

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SOUVENIRS: I’ve lost count of all the Kingfisher poetry books which have come out the last two centuries, but he never fails to surprise me as in the concluding stanza in poem 18 of Souvenirs, Horror and 08, Green. The latter was also a descending stair poem that was converted to a shoe by last four word line heel. Clever. I enjoyed my visit with the Analog Kid, the trip to Seal Beach and Twilight in the Trump Zone but Don’s five page poem, WeChat, was by far my favorite. Of course the course of true love never runs smooth today no more than it did in the day of the lovers in Midsummer’s Night Dream but at least on with online right mate match quests, you have more options. Well, actually, maybe too many. It might seem finding Holy Grail is a lark compared to finding true love on the internet but there’s a reason, of all the potential matches, he loves Lulu the best. Check out WeChat to find out why.

THE PLANET OF THE OREOS: On The Planet of the Oreos you are On a Planet Where “Bare trees like zombies reach up at night to the stars” and “Dream Horses “Gallop through the rivers” of your mind. On your Joshua Tree Trip the view of Buddha-like mountains instills a reverent response. But suburban Sunny Vale with “Sidewalk banks decorated with green oaks and bonsai bushes” is also inspiring. On the Oreo planet trek, we learn there are Thirteen Ways of Looking at Poppies and 13 Ways of Looking at Little Chocolate Donuts. The lovers of this planet are the most intelligent homo sapiens in our galaxy. In Science Oreo male lovers can’t “stop gazing upon the summer smooth clavicle of her statuesque gladiolus.” In the poem, In Memory of, Kingfisher writes a bio of a poet whose “ birthday was Halloween”... who “held poetry readings just to share his addiction” who “was myopic” but “that didn't stop him from seeking... who “endured small hands but boy could they write” I couldn’t agree more. -- Carl Stilwell