Come on all you ghosts

Come on all you ghosts
Matthew Zapruder
Zapruder's poems are ordered by dream logic that melds the familiar with the mysterious. Yet as brain-teasing as his wonderfully strange yet exactly right imagery is, the formal elements of his poems are so liquid and magnetizing as to be invisible. Zapruder also ponders the unnerving juxtapositions of our world of earbuds, "sad crushed plastic," and giant particle colliders. These are deeply felt, exciting, and caring poems.
Call Number: 
811 Zap