Coleman’s courageous, impassioned voice, defiantly affirming itself in the face of social injustice and institutional dehumanization, rings out clearer than ever in her book, Mercurochrome. So does her sensuous, vivid, tactile “verbal mandala”: “love / as i live it seems more like mercurochrome / than anything else /i can conjure up. it looks so pretty and red, /and smells of a balmy / coolness when you uncap the little applicator. /but swab it on an / open sore and you nearly die under the stabbing / burn. recovery / leaves a vague tenderness…”.These high-energy, incandescent poems turn up the emotional thermostat, sizzling and shooting off sparks.