Half Angel, Half Lunch.

This one's long over due. Sharon Mesmer's poetry is a stream of indomitables spunk, it's tough and lush, polysyllabic and right off the streets of Chicago and New York. She creates a fabulous tissue of language which floats out to a inhabit other bodies, opens thier mouths and makes them speak. This book is funny and reflects a new kind of poetry consciousness. Alice Notley.