“Poetry is a way of taking life by the throat” said Robert Frost. In Sharp Teeth, a novel written in the freest of free verse by Toby Barlow, poetry is evidently taking a vicious bite down to the esophagus, ripping apart bloody limbs, gnawing on bone and sinew and discarding the refuse in the trash can of a gas station bathroom.
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