COLEMAN’S BURNER

Please guys, your guests’ bites are getting a little hard to swallow. So-called poet Coleman’s cliched attempts at imagery, as a “black lady rebel with a car,” make me want to hang my “full plum-colored moon” out the rear window in her face.

This lady’s got a $100 chip on her shoulder. She has spouted unreasonable hostility from the time she told us about wrecking the grocery store, stiffing that waiter and now, driving dangerously--and all in fun?

Why waste a whole page of your magazine on such pathetic paranoia? Don’t you think that driving 85 to 110 m.p.h. makes her a race-ist? Enough already! Or are you putting us on?

VIVIAN BAUMAN

Riverside