Electric as a lightning storm, wild as a first-growth forest, protean as fantasy's shape-shifters—that's Sikelianos's poetry, a real pleasure to read. Sikelianos takes a tough stance—"my little bird-&-meat/…say hello to this time-eating spider"—and throughout there's a sense of life lived on the edge. Go with her when she says, "A beautiful painful grammar walks through my brain."
—BH
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