Magliocco writes from Las Vegas, and these poems come with the glitz and seedy underbelly one expects from Sin City. Laced with the backbeat of rock and roll, this poetry lays bare the sexual experimentation and exploitation of the fast moving, over marketed American culture. The poems move freely from confessional reverie, to science fiction, to fantasy, to political treatise, and often rip a tragic calendar page from history to rattle the collective nerve of American consciousness.
