"Edrington splatters the page & scars the canvas with scenes of runaway goth waifs, bored housewives on the make, aging tattooed punk rockers, assorted drunks & junkies all shuffling a broken bottle landscape where what passes for love is measured out in dime bags, bad booze & bargain cigarettes. Rented rooms, always the hustle, dirty money changing dirty hands, one day winners & other losers, the smell of infection, an itch burrowed beneath skin digging deeper. Hard times, hard liquor, whores & heroin, for the sake of the hard story, for the poems come to break & hollow bone. A man endures & writes it down & now it's yours dear reader. A rosey blood cloud blooming in a shared syringe." --Bart Solarczyk
"Scarred Canvas", is to be released June 15, 2013 by Underground Voices Press. Here is an early review by small press heaveyweight Ron Androla:
"Fuck you. I mean that as both message & sentiment in regards to reading RC Edrington's latest book of poems. Fuck you & yr clean poems. Fuck you & yr undamaged mind & veins & heart. Fuck you & yr preconceived perceptions of what a poet shld say, or be, or how he or she shld act. Fuck you & intellectual density, even emotional density, spiritual density, allow for the transparent ghosts. & fuck you for being a ghost, & transparent. RC's poems are unapologetic. His poems are not kisses & smiles – rather, the poems are raging, & insane. I don't know how a man cld manage to rein in the anger in the form of a poem, but RC has attained the feat. This is a rare achievement. These poems are LIFE, & not manufactured, manicured, College-altered equations. Fuck you. These poems are tough, & messy, & existentially sad: reality. Reality is always saying fuck you."