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Images prevail in this book of poems, poems that stimulate the senses and range from haiku to blank verse to free verse on the cutting edge. Break-ups, reality checks, and tongue-in-cheek humor all present sharp edges that cut through the mask, pierce the skin, or tickle the fancy.
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Experience this combined collection of works of the author's books Pennies on the Tracks and Glass Cuts the Shadow, along with additional originals. The Midwest Book Review and TheBestReviews.com have written powerful reviews of works by Danny Lee Ingram. Within the pages of this book are an Associated Writing Programs Poetry Nominee ("Ballerina"), a Pushcart Prize Nominee ("Winesaps"), a Pulitzer Prize Contender (Pennies on the Tracks), etc. Climb aboard for an unforgettable ride and visit almost familiar faces and places but then take off again toward new destinations that lie just past the horizon in your mind.
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(Former Pulitzer Prize Contender) Dangling from a rope in an Appalachian cave or trembling from vertigo on a canyon ledge, wrestling a chain-scarred boulder or arguing with a wily Leprechaun, Ingram's short story characters bring to life humor, challenge, regret, and hope. After decades of procrastination, a field worker finally decides to attend his high school reunion. Another character seeks understanding of a journey into the Southern river wilds to evict its backwoods inhabitants. In contrast, some stories deal with the laughter in life, such as a frustrated student who never seems to have the correct time and an inebriated musician tackling an unfamiliar delta dish. These stories are sure to bring chuckles and tears, reflection and foresight, and you'll find yourself reading them, sharing them, again and again.
from "Reunion"/b>
. . . The train rocked gently from side to side, the
quiet roar of the steel wheels rolling along
forgiving tracks, almost hypnotic, soothing. The
intermittent wail of the train's horn several cars
ahead brought back memories of that old trestle
where he and Sammy used to play after school.
They would lay pennies on the tracks and hide
under the weathered beams till the train passed
over. Then they would climb up and recover
their flattened treasures. . . .
from "Winesaps"/b>
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