Elvis Machine, The, By Kim Vodicka, 196 pgs.

I’ll level with you Kim; this is a hard pass from me. Applause for the bravery in what you’re trying to achieve, but I just cannot relate to the format: a book of poems that reads almost like Mitch Hedberg one-liners. I’ve never figured out the trick to reading poems in a way that doesn’t make them sound absolutely goofy. Kim’s poetry is full of piss and vinegar and punches up at the powers that be. It ranges from clever to trying to be clever, and lands in the middle most of the time. Maybe I would get it more if I had to suffer through Tennessee as well. –Gwen Static (Clash Books, clashbooks.com)