Bruises on the Inside

If I saw someone flipping through a porno magazine on the subway, I’d be like: “hey, that’s bad form.” Yet, there I was on my way to work, reading Monica S. Kuebler’s poem “Planes, Trains, Cars (anything to get me to you quick)” and getting a bit aroused. Not to suggest the poem is pornographic or anything. All I’m saying is that you should read this one with somebody special, instead of a subway filled with strangers. The collection is rounded out by four other distinctly different poems. There’s a movingly defiant piece about an attempted rape, and 12-step program for falling in love. Kuebler has a forceful voice that never comes off sounding preachy. (Jon Sasaki)

Poetry, 18pgs, no price, Monica Kuebler, Burning Effigy Press, 117 Gerrard St. E. Suite 408, Toronto, ON, M5B 2LY www.burningeffigy.com