Reaching out across the bleached white veldt to infect the flickering screen with a moment of insanity, Teri Louise Kelly's short story/poetry anthology 'Punktuation' is a literary oil slick drifting slowly toward the burning shore. Having already deconstructed her "art form" with a veritable glossary of bastardisations, incestuous syntax and gob-spitting grammar, the erstwhile Ms Kelly continually has her execution stayed. There is no way of telling fact from fiction, poetry from toilet door graffiti, she claims, and in 'Punktuation' she drifts (seemingly aimlessly) from subject matter to subject matter as casually as a rent boy wandering Piccadilly Circus looking for a buyer. There are many reasons why generations to come will admire and appreciate her decadent candour, today however she still has rent to pay, demons to slay and dependency issues to address. She is, much like her hero Brendan Behan, a drinker with writing problems. Those problems become obvious to even the most deranged reader the moment he, she or it, decides they feel lucky and steps into 'Punktuation' class with Fraulein Kelly. So, are you feeling lucky punk?