| Michael J. McCallum's second chapbook of poetry features some earlier work of facing demons from the past, gripping new terrors of the future, and surviving in the midst of the here and now. An often tortured soul, McCallum writes of painful memories and new loves found; devoured nights of drinking and passionate longings to create something lasting in this life that isn't filled with dirt; being one step from the grave and tiptoeing the border of hell's flame while entertaining the angels in one last fit of final glory. The poems are rich and autobiographical, journal-like in their delivery and in order as written, the entire book in one month, cranked out in speed and rawness and pure emotional tidal waves. The title of one poem seems to sum up the feel and oxymoronic incongruity of the book entirely, A Dying Man's Last Thoughts in Donut Crumbs - the pain and hopelessness of the dying man, the significance and poignancy of his last thoughts, lingering with the triviality and sad satirical nature of these poignant thoughts being spoken... over donut crumbs.
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