|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Once again, you seemingly effortlessly ease the reader into the aura of the scene that you describe; so well done, Leslie. Thank you. Love and best wishes,
|Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis
|I can't help but draw a comparison here to Gene Williamson's style - you both project such strength, awareness and confidence in your writing. Your lines are direct with no superfluous fancy to distract from the holistic image you intend to convey and beautifully succeed in conveying. Each of you is distinctly unique, yet the experience and skill and talent each of you possesses rises up and connects you somewhere in the upper echelons of the den.|
|Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater
|Culture poetry always takes your readers on a view-master trip, dear Leslie! I saw stuff just like this in the 60s view masters. I always know when I read you, I will be viewing one of those circular picture view master reels in my mind! You touch on all of the senses here in Casa de la Pacena - I'm waiting for the poem that you grace us with a string of ristras...sandals and margaritaville, Leslie...
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
There's great stillness here without the Renoir being a still life, and such confidence and authority in the writing. I love it!
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|I'm there. I see what you see. I smell the coffee. The orange juice. I'm there.|
|Reviewed by richard cederberg
|Ha! "gecko pauses on ceiling"
to see if someone is going to throw him a tidbit of breakfast. (-:
That little beggar ...
Wonderful image - love the four layers of it.
A colorful series of vignettes here of what (I'm assuming)
you viewed from your balcony. You have captured palpable
spirit in this one dear Leslie - love the taste of it!
Is this place in La Paz?