I enjoyed every word of this tiny book❤ The melancholy, the sardonic wits, the crushing cynicism, the flowery prose, the power of the narrator's voice were simply immaculate & astonishingly wondrously Macabre. It's a pity that most of Danielle's books are out print, we're in a desperate need for the elegant savagery of poems & prose, in this mundane, meek reality of ours.
This is a collection of weird poetry, personal anecdotes about sex, and twisted short fiction about a sickly mermaid in a freak show, among other things. I bought it at Cody's books on Telegraph Ave. back in the 90s with the intention of annoying my mother. This failed to work, of course, but I enjoyed the book a lot. It's stayed with me through the years.
Really interesting poetry but not sure what to rate it. A lot of it was good, other parts of it were uncomfortable to read. There is a lot of ableism and the poetry fetishizes trans people on a number of occasions. Weird mix of everything I think.
This poetry/short fiction collection carries with it the hard edge of San Francisco sex and drugs culture, mixed in with a more metaphoric medieval vampire motif. The poems all seem to strike the same chord, without a lot of variance. The seeming degradation doesn't seem to lead to a lot of despair, but it also lacks depth. The fictional portrayals are more compelling than the seemingly more autobiographical pieces.