Thanks to Justin Lauzon for his response to my book on The Rusty Toque. It’s rare that a reviewer engages with the process of the writing and not just the content.
But the magic of every poetic-quartet is highlighted in that liminal space between once section and the next. Once a poem ends, the word “smaller” is written below it, almost as an afterthought, and carries us on to the next poem. The word is ominous and alone, saying more by itself than any of the other words written by Leslie. It is that dreadful editor’s chant that makes every writer heave glassy-eyed frustration onto the keyboard–smaller. It is relentless and all powerful–smaller. It is writing.