Greg Thomas' new collection of minimal concrete poems takes off where last year's 'particulates' left off. 'threshholds' extends the same formal inventiveness and unique poetic voice, where the Scottish landscape is always present (and in the second part of this collection also the wilderness of the Faroe Islands).
"In Greg Thomas’s exquisite new collection, meaning emerges at the threshold of sound and sense, breath and form, play and sincerity." (Hanna Tuulikki)
"Vowels and consonants morph into new patterns of thought. The flash and sometime clarity of the words from which they derive contains revelation, not least of scale, but of the fundamentals of speech, language and poetry." (Gerry Loose)
A5 format, 76 pages, black & white high quality digital print with a colour cover.
I grew up in St. Louis, MO, in a small town just past the city limits. During the day, I'd watch Bosom Buddies on reruns - maybe Supermarket Sweep or Golden Girls if I was lucky. At night, I'd play video games or Transformers or build Legos, expanding my imagination. One night I wished to the first star of the night that my Transformer would turn real and come visit me. My Mom, bless her heart, gave me the bad news that some dreams or wishes may not come true. I still haven't forgiven her for that. I'm still waiting for that ten story tall Transformer to come peeking in my window. Until then, I'll write.