Rated PG, these poems loosely chart an adolescence – moving swiftly into middle age – experienced without parental guidance. As the poet morphs from poodle to petal, finding solace in Haiku (and other profound decorative forms) he considers a timeless revisionist anecdote – When he was just a little girl he said to his mother, “What will I be?”
Impersonating Flowers answers some of the questions his mother was afraid to ask.
Hang onto your hat: it’s a wild ride, hetero or gay; poetry shouldn’t be so much fun!
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