"The interiors of R. Kolewe's epic poem The Absence of Zero, are anything but ... observance upon observance then another, continuous action … past and continuing, teeter, falter, tick by, lob between thoughts, threads, memories, what is, what was, what might befall, or. "Read again. Nothing beautiful." and absolutely absorbing, returning again and again to this place, this street, this window, this room. Know that once you enter, there is no going back. The presence of absence, all too familiar, begins to read, occupy you. It's a glorious achievement. Prepare to be mesmerized."
Kirby, author of Poetry is Queer