Mayakovsky's Revolver is a collection of poems of loss and hope. Matthew Dickman exhbits a passion for life and an ecstatic poetic voice in the tradition of Walt Whitman, a high-wire act given that the book was written in part as a tribute to his recently deceased brother. The poems simply feel vital and energetic in the face of grief. Take a look at the first poem in the collection-- works like these enrich the soul.
from "Mayakovsky's Revolver" I keep thinking about the wa blackberries will make the mout of an eight year old look like he's a ghos that's been shot in the face. In the dark I can se my older brother walking through the tall brus of his brain. I can see him standin in the lobby of the hotel alone, crying along with the ice machine