This book of poetry rocks! Sharp driven poetry that addresses working class, family, sex.
In "The Waitress Angels Speak to me in a Vision" she writes: "You've heard of/dust to dust, well this was dust to angels,/but these were real women with hard faces,/ lifers in white, these were tough broads,/broads with cigarettes, pockets full of/guest checks and loose change—sassy babes/with big hair, gravelly laughs and downtown talk,/smackin each other on the back, saying,/"Honey, you're full of shit," the whole time/my chest bursting with pride and relief/at the end of virginal blue, pressed palms,/and bowed heads. Death to Silent Acceptance!"
In "Speaking Corvette" she writes: "He's Italian, can't speak English/but we both speak Corvette—sleek rounded fins,/scalloped side cut-out/silver spinner hubcaps,//closest thing to sex I know at 16—//I don't know Italian for wet between my legs,/but I feel it on the leather seats."
She has blurbs by Sandra Cisneros, Bruce Weigl, Lynn Emanuel & Gerald Stern. Gerald writes: "There is a school of poetry where the poems have content, where they communicate, where beauty is not forgotten. It is about work, family, and the lost towns. Grief. Jan is a central figure in this school."
This book blows!