A dozen or so short poems accompanied by high-contrast copier art and a handful of digital illustrations that look somewhat out of place plopped in the middle of this thing. There’s a loose connecting thread of space imagery throughout the chapbook, but this is all over the place in terms of tone and aesthetic. The writer occasionally lapses into an affected phonetic spelling that is not working for me; it’s sort of an ex-gonzo hippie vibe. The rest isn’t terrible. –Indiana Laub (Space Cowboy Books, spacecowboybooks.com)