Praise from Justin Heazlewood:
''If tampons were free it would have a trickle down effect...McDonalds would stop pretending they are something they're not and just admit if the chairs are bolted down, it's not a restaurant." (from 'If Tampons Were Free')
Lynda Hawryluk takes the skeletons of her pop culture memories, pulls the bones apart, paints them the colours of the test pattern, builds a small Lucy Van Pelt-esque booth, and sits on the street corner of our hearts, making it very clear that 'the poet is in.'
Waffly images and amorphous emotions are incinerated - leaving the arrows of personality quirks and generational identifiers fired line for line into the reader's cortex by a seriously playful markswoman.
If Lyndarama's poetry was free then 'strangers would greet each other like old friends' and say 'yeah...I miss 10 scallops for a dollar too.'
These poems manage to mix the delight of a cherished childhood telemovie with the earnest smirk of an ad-choked modern day pedestrian."