The Mobius Strip Club of Grief is a collection of poems that take place in a burlesque purgatory where the living pay--dearly, with both money and conscience--to watch the dead perform scandalous acts otherwise unseen: ``Twenty dollars for five minutes. Ill hold your hand in my own,`` one ghost says. ``Ill tell you you were good to me.`` With a nod to Dante, Stone positions herself as the living poet passing through and observing the land of the dead. She imagines a feminist Limbo where women run the show and create a space to navigate the difficulties endured in life. As the title of the book itself is a play on her grandmother Ruth Stones poem ``The Mobius Strip of Grief,`` Stone creates a sprawling and labyrinthine underworld as a way to confront and investigate complicated family relationships in the hopes of breaking the never-ending cycle of grief.