RaveFull Stop... it juxtaposes poems that suggest autobiographical narrative against lyrical and persona poetry ... It often feels like a Russian doll, a box within a box that helps the poet push its polyvocal ends towards harmony ... a window where a reader could glimpse some of the complexity and interiority of one moment of black experience, rendered here as constant moral contradiction ... The framing device affords the writer and speaker a directness that I often find difficult to plant in contemporary poetry without sounding self-indulgent ... There is a rare but certain effect I find almost exclusively in the best of poetry — where reading and hearing what is read, literally quickens the reader’s pulse — and this is the experience that found me in Tiana Clark’s debut.
