“It’s one of those sweet sax solos disguised as a book of poetry, trilling down with ease into the marrow of your bones.
“Kenneth Salzmann may be a musical guy enthralled with jazz, but in this instance music is really a metaphor for poetry. He is a poet. I’m a fan of poetry like his. It’s as simple as that–and as messy. You see, his poetry really does creep into the bones, the marrow, the blood.”
—Jan Peregrine, Compulsivereader.com
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