Deborah Flanagan

Or, Gone attempts to play with biography and history, language and humor, science and invention. But I find its attempts at ironic wit and playfulness fall short. These mostly prose poems end up prosaic and even silly. Perhaps that was Flanagan's intent. It did not work for me. The concluding poem "According to Heraclitus" has some merit. This is strictly for lovers of the post-everything minimalist/ironist school of writing.