Continuing the western tradition of “bastard ghazals” that do not hold to the form or intent of the 13th century Sufi mystics who wrote of religious devotion and erotic longing, these poems are collages tracing a route at the edges of suburban houses filled with doppelganger children, county jails and flophouse hotels, Sonny Liston and Geechie Wiley, Maurice Sendak and the Lindburgh baby, Philip Guston, Willie Bobo, recidivist airline stowaways, and the numinous messages left between clouds and garbage dumpsters.
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