The Revolution of 1964 Mother-Daughter Poems
Lenore Waters and Jennifer Blowdryer
ISBN: 0-929730-79-8 | Copyright 2007
In these short, untitled, conversational poems Blowdryer sometimes ends with the words: “shit, fuck, what the hell!” as if you were riding a NYC subway with her after last call, gossiping and grousing. “civilization on a dime/that’s us.” “The ones who used to ask me why my hair was blue? It’s blue because the world is fucked up/and I just want a little fun”.