|Reviewed by Crissy Foster
|Poetry isn't about rymes or lyrics, it doesn't have to be words, it doesn't even have to make sense. Poetry is the feeling you feel when you write what you write. That is what's displayed here, that's what makes this good. As far as the getto, I was raised in Inglewood in CA and Fresno, and many other miserable places and all I can say is that, the things you go through there condition you to believe you can't get anywhere else. You live there, you'll die there. It's tough to get through them thoughts.
|Reviewed by Gwen Dickerson
|How well you tell the stories of life! You are a most gifted writer, bravo!|
|Reviewed by Sue Hess
|this is so good, i read it three times, a wonderfully sad look at life not just there, but in too many places..only the names of the streets change|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|isn't that near parkchester?
excellent images ... sounds like the quintessence of the south bronx ...
|Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)
|Yes this is a haunting write and one that like Linda says is a new civil war. This does open one's eyes.|
|Reviewed by Larry Rochelle
|A truly haunting write!|
|Reviewed by L. Figgins
|There's a civil war being waged in America in the middle of our cities. We have shades of it here, "wannabes" by the dozen. You hear echoes of gunfire in the middle of the night, but no news reports the next day. Everything is sanitized here...but there it must feel like living smack dab in a hot zone. I can only imagine, living in small town America, what its like. You have put pen to paper and made it very, very real. Excellent! Keep writing A.|