Poetry. ...dark morning sky // everything sort of holds its breath // & I make do with whatever's handy / coffee cup, cigarette, / pencils gnawed down to the graphite // the arc of what I guess is your lips, swearing / in birdsong esperanto // Don't you realize that / all my desires have jack-knifed on the freeway? (Cement Shoes). Loosely brilliant, incurably Californian, CALIFORNIA REDEMPTION VALUE is a gem in the wilderness of tar pits and peroxide. Kevin Opstedal is the editor of GAS magazine. Saddlestapled chapbook.