Craig Sernotti really likes playing with the phrase “shaved off my dick.”  That’s one of the things I found most interesting about his first collection of  poetry, Forked Tongue (Blue Room Publishing). This is confessional poetry in the truest sense, but it doesn’t resemble John Berryman or Anne Sexton in any way shape of, eh, form.  Instead Sernotti comes across as a person that despises most poetry, but figures he’s too good not to write it.