“In this posthumous trove of brief, zestful poems, Hollo . . . relates the ‘incredible ONSLAUGHT of being,’ seemingly dashing off each of these frenetic, fragmented vignettes in a fit of wild gusto.”
—Publishers Weekly
“Hollo’s poetry feels remarkably fresh and spontaneous. There is absolutely no artifice, no structural formality, no evident prosody.”
—Heavy Feather Review