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Friday, April 22, 2016

Review of Fire Tongue by Zvi Sesling

Dark, darker, darkest. Zvi Sesling’s Fire Tongue descends through heat and mist and dust into a black oblivion of verbiage, both tellingly vacant and skillfully wrought.  Each geography, whether internal or external, hesitates in its own claustrophobia, offering up a hellish reality of bleakness, alienation, and tortuous terrain. There is no exit save death, and even death’s freedom leaves not a little doubt. This poet does not mince his words. For Sesling memory alone brings clarity and a measure of calming surcease. For more of my review of Fire Tongue go here: http://dougholder.blogspot.com/2016/04/fire-tongue-by-zvi-sesling.html

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