Bombshelter Press, 1995 35pp
a collection of poetry by Jack Grapes
All the dallying with forms—all the complete bunch of cranial nonsense that fills the poetry magazines today take a dive, take a headfirst plunge when a poet comes along. Such a poet is Jack Grapes. There are a few (incredibly few) who aren't afraid of ripping through themselves to the flower in their gut.
Steve Richmond, OLÉ
The beautiful logic of his poems seems to refute my own half-baked prejudices, change my own thinking. What more could be expected of any poems? I'll tell you what more. The power or ability to astound. There are poems in this book that turn my head around a complete 360 degrees, that strike my heart's wooden gong with their clear, cold millimeters of magic.
Tom Kryss, Black Rabbit Press