Mac Wellman's Miniature is poetry of exuberant expedition into the mysteries locked inside words. Meaning slips and slides along the white-water sound-streams he navigates, catching and jolting at robust archaisms, liberated diacrities, and endlessly surprising figurations.— Una Chaudhuri
Mac Wellman Mac Wellman Mac Wellman! An utterly sputtering act of macro-writing on (you thought they were small) points. All hail all that choruses in cinched jeering omni-verses. Come Combustible choruses! Come wiry, thirsty choruses! The undoable diddles. The pekingese boxes. The nectar just spazzes as it makes its way down. Call that a 'Mac Wellman!' Play it again.