Mike Halchin, in Driver's Side Airbag vol. 17, 1994, wrote this: "… some good quiet reflective material…where you can only walk outside and think…and hope this feeling never ends…" Meanwhile, Frank Allen described it in the Library Journal vol. 2 (1994?) as such: "An introspective, autobiographical glimpse of a working class hero/loner." Probably one of this author's more tranquil books of poems -- a break between previous surviving in the streets, social outrage and activism, some occasional (raunchy?) low brow humor to the later total insanity portrayed in works that would follow this book in a few years.