It's difficult to describe these poems; the more I try to bring them into focus, the more they fade from view. I found it did not pay to do any close analysis; it was better to read without pausing, letting the images wash over me. This is probably fitting for an author who taught at the Jack Kerouac School - the mirror image of Kerouac's spontaneous prose technique.
At first, the poems feel like they don't amount to much, but as the volume progresses, the Classical references grow dense. Di Prima also both draws on and at times criticises feminist Neopaganism; I would be intrigued to know which authors from that movement di Prima had read or interacted with, because it's very clear that there were some.
My favourite pieces appear towards the end: Part 15, a series of verses addressed to Kali-Ma after Ramprasad Sen; and Report to Aphrodite (Evening), which captures the contradictions of a spiritual life well.