Tony Rauch's collection "eyeballs growing all over me...again" serves up 23 portions of spec. fiction that are more dream than narrative. Introspective and melancholy and always skirting the edges like a Wes Anderson movie with the sound barely discernible. Read it in a still place, still to the point of stagnation. It will serve as meditation and provide perspective on life.
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