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Seven StoriesPress, hardcover

Publication Date:April12, 2022

Publisher Marketing:Poems from the acclaimed author ofRoys World,Wild at Heart, and many other works

The first words in Barry Giffords new poetry collection say it all Here I am wasting time again / writing poems to keep myself company doing what he has ever done, surprising his readers in kaleidoscopic prisms of color, turning every breath into a story, and himself into his most colorful character.

She stood and walked across the lawn
past the cottage and into the big house.
He stayed to watch the last of the sunset,
waiting for the flash of green.
When it was finally dark and there was
no moon and the fireflies appeared,
he got up and began walking toward the house.
He loved the Italian word for firefly,
lucciola. She was like that, flickering
on and off from moment to moment.
As he approached the house, he could hear
her singing:Vogliatemi bene, un bene
piccolino. Its so strange, he thought,
lifes so fast and times too slow.
He stopped and watched the fireflies.

Or this:

In my dream someone asked me if
I remembered Frank Jackson
Hearing this name brought tears
to my eyes though Ive never
known anyone by that name

The mystery in these poems lives just beyond the province of words. In a strange way, Barry Giffords poems tell a wordless story, freed of the writers art. Its dangerous to remember / so much, especially for a writer / The temptation to make sense / of it is always there / where you and I / are no longer. Daily life, family and friends, are much more important here than books. The beauty and elusiveness of women and music are of utmost importance, far more so than literature. As he attests: I prefer music to poems, words dont
live the same wayso, listen.