Jesus H Christ, it was dull. I couldn't bring myself to read any more after the second 'epiphany while leaning against a tree' poem. It's chock full of the crap that I'm always galumphing about being overdone and trite - angry Jewish fathers, disillusioned middle aged women, dysfunctional married couples... it honestly felt like the editor had purposefully compiled a collection of stories I would despise. All I can say is that although I may have been devastated at the time, I'm damn glad I didn't win that fucking contest.