About Wormwood Wine

...In "Mexico, Mexico" Flavia Cosma inks this wicked and scintillating line: "A question makes its way through time / like a shell with claws." The imagery could well describe the poems collected here - surprisingly tough, enduring, and capable of violence. Cosma's poetry is a bit like the London fog that shrouded Jack the Ripper: it seems harmless and familiar enough, but there's always some dagger secreted within.
The poet's voice is immediate, but meditative; it attains the poignant simplicity of sharpened steel; it refuses prosaic perceptions; it exudes a dark romanticism. The tone is unapologetically intelligent, indicting and incisive - as intimate as a church and as biting as a guillotine.