In Crayon Colors for Serial Killers, Silverman has constructed something akin to a potion bag-a collection of juju text to keep the forces of darkness at bay-sometimes by lament, but more often by turning the dark archetype of male violence against women on its head. These subversive haikus and flash prose pieces are literary grenades. And, just as importantly, they exist in the realm of myth and collective imagery. While specific events-both political and personal-may have triggered some of these pieces, Silverman is writing more broadly. When a transformation comes that gives women their due-sexually, politically, and socially-this collection might go out of fashion. But, until then, this is writing that fights its way toward that outcome one little textual explosion at a time.