From “Hotdog”: “My fear is disgusting – I walk thru cities wearing it like a false beard, drunk on pink tap water and coffee that tastes like cigarettes.” Beat poetry mixes with personal moments/anecdotes in this cool little booklet. “Hamilton” describes finding old graffiti penned by the author back when the joint was still a donut hang-out. There is also a long story/poem about hitching across the country. More donut shops in Kenora, bear warnings in Labrador. I like the way Andrew moves between imagery and story-telling. (Hal Niedzviecki)
poetry zine, #3, Andrew, $1, 2056 Headon Forest, Burlington, ON, L7M 2M6