Poetry, chapbook, 36 pages, from Bottlecap Features. Some words in Kinderbeast are fake ones. Some do not mean what they imply. Some are very artless attempts at double entendre. All were chosen carefully, and when there did not exist a word, a word was created. The collection was made slowly, after many attempts, and many exploded kilns. Some poems took years to write, and some were made in a feverish afternoon. Some came from nowhere, while others are the cannibalized remnants of journal entries, postcards, and juvenilia. Each one is something, though you can’t say what, exactly. But if you stare long enough, some themes emerge: terrible children, vicious longing, clay.