Ron Cervero’s second collection of verse brings a deepening maturation of writer as poet. While some of the poems have the angst-ridden outrage and bitterness that marked his first collection, the majority show a new sense of reflection and observation that wasn’t evident in the earlier work. While Mr Cervero still wants to shock, and shock he does, there is also a sense of reflection and observation. No longer are the poems simply bright remembrances of outrageousness, but Cervero, evidentally settled in his basement in front of the keyboard, now brings us observations of the present, as seen by a writer in statis, much like Kafka in his hallway or Dickinson in her Amherst bedroom. Now, the natural world is evident in these verses and the Narrator, rather than simply reacting to events, reflects on them with an increasing maturity and sense of sureness in his verse.
