Adam Fell is a break-the-mold original, poet of the strip mall and the lakeshore, bard of Pabst and gas stations and gutted cigarette machines. His brave and quirky poems hum and crackle off the pa= they wrangle with the violence in contemporary American society without wavering. They leap and leap without falling, and their incantatory grace is poignant, funny, terrifying, and profound. Erika Meitner "I am the mash'd fireman with breast-bone broken,"...