Falling Brick Kills Local Man

Falling Brick Kills Local Man is a daring and inventive collection of narrative poems rich with thoughtful and precise language. Mark Kraushaar writes about what moves him, whether that is the war in Iraq, the notion of synchronicity, the retelling of children’s stories, or a problem of recollection. Often inspired by newspaper stories or witnessed scenes, these poems are a refreshingly honest exploration of our interconnected and multifaceted world. I mean, the spinning Earth whirls east and a dog walks wagging by. I can’t explain. Inflexible, garrulous, sad, anymore we’re our own full-time jobs. Wasn’t Dad the best? Didn’t light form in the doorways? Didn’t the mailman come? Look Jane. Oh, turn and look. Past the market by the playground, here we are, so unhip, so well meaning and bizarre - excerpt from
Dick and Jane
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