Thank you Wayne Burke for the review of SUNPOISON......
Every poem of this collection walks a tightrope over an
abyss. The spaces between lines seem pregnant with possible revelations but
only words come, more words: "meaningless" words, the poet writes,
but there, on the pages, is the undeniable truth of them, and they may lie,
but, who cares? The story is all, and Sweet's dystopian tale is compulsively
readable...The multitude of abused, murdered, and raped come to seem more a
strategy than reflection of a reality--a means of coming to grips with fear,
"fear of everything," the predominant emotional echo of the work...The
senseless chaos of life something to fear--life as crap-shoot sans comfort of
god whom the poet can't "factor" in..."brutal blue sky...stained
with poison"..."clouds like shadows of doubt," in upstate New
York, cold and dark in winter, "relentless" heat in summer;
but--still--there are the others, sons, wives, lovers, to consider; and,
besides, "not every
valley/is the valley of death.”
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