Chicago in the late 1980's... There is an undercurrent. Like orphans under the viaducts smoking cigarettes near narrow jazz clubs at 2AM. - The alternative press... runs on a true subterranean pulse. And a wide range of these publications... are accepting the work of a poet by the name of Lorri Jackson with rapid regularity... "Abandon all preconceptions you may have of post punk poetry and luxuriate in Lorri Jackson's mix of cri de coeur and defiance. This poet loved language. She nurtured it, protecting it against the often harsh elements of her life. What we end up with in this heartbreaking collection is a portrait of a woman under thirty who was as much an artist as she was an outlaw. Through her intricate evocations of time and place, we can smell the bad coffee, see the dirty streets, and imagine that she is still here writing for us, telling us something new about an era long gone that she was both wary of and in love with." - Deborah Pintonelli, poet, author of "Meat and Memory" and "Ego Monkey"