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The Wolf Spider documents a life already spun out of control, of institutionalization and the stress of mere survival. The webbings in the mind are metaphors for the webbings in the halls and barred windows of the physical reality the patient roams, unfreely. One can almost hear the echoes of McMurphy from One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. But this reads like a first hand account, as though Kesey's anti-hero had grabbed the pen himself and written his madness or the madness he saw there on the walls of the Psych Ward, on the walls of the men's room, on the walls of his own brain. This is an honest and painful collection. An unblinking look into the broken mirror of one's ravaged self. Broken into the fragmentations of self and supposed rational thought, into fragmented speech. Repetition of line and routine and days without end or change. Brilliantly handled. Marvelously done. Michael Fisher was born in Agawam, MA. He holds an MFA in Poetry from New England College. He currently lives in Worcester, MA. from from November 11th In the dumpster the bee realizes truth without order leads to hardships but if his means would allow he’d contemplate purpose consider chaos stop his one buzz wonder how discolored boxes share a hue with spring conceived by an order dwarfing the hive. But stops at “hardships” concludes his hive sworn to protect is gone. His loyalties meaningless. He can not bring it back building and rebuilding were never his duties. He plunges his back down surprised by pain excavated organs tossed in his last moment. The boy lies naked watches another bee crown its head to consider if it’s safe to come alive. To the boy’s dismay the newborn darts to the ceiling, buzzing, awaiting purpose or orders.