Hypocrite reader, mon somblobble, Jonah Winter will New York School you in the woodshed of his imagination! These poems remind me of Robert Bresson's Four Nights of a Dreamer, in which a tape recorder spews out the blurts and ravings of the heart at inappropriate moments.  Maine is a hemorrhage of the goofy, the sinister, and the sublime.

-James Cummins

Jonah Winter's poems are relentless attacks on the status quo.  They turn pop culture on its head in hot pursuit of untainted love.  And they are funny, if whiplash can be funny.  Winter is a serious, new poet, with a talent galore, blazing a trail, along which unknown treasures are sure to be found.

-James Tate

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