Black Balloons

<p><strong>The poet hurts his scab is a lake where bull shark flits toward chum. In punchy clipped poetic prose he parses out our commonweal psychic pain each poem a blind alley in which he must retrace his steps to get to the next imagistic manifesto. As always Seidman is a master of lacerating catalogues each noun the flick-lash of a whip regicide the endgame. </strong></p>