I want a poem like thick tropical rain.
Dense green spatter of syllables,
Drumbeat consonants, fertile with meaning.
Sudden. Short. Unforgettable.
Afterwards, jungle silence.
I want a poem like a Russian circus;
You should know it has been trained./em>
Wondering poems, wise poems. Fierce poems and playful poems. Poems about everyday things and uncommon things. Poems of isolation and fellowship; about loving and leaving, finding and losing and finding again. Jerry Pinto?s second? collection of poetry sparkles and soothes; in words that always ring true, it shows us what it means to be human, and how to be human. In his verse, as in his prose, Pinto is a writer to come home to.