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The mission of Brick Road Poetry Press is to publish and promote poetry that entertains, amuses, edifies, and surprises a wide audience of appreciative readers.  We are not qualified to judge who deserves to be published, so we concentrate on publishing what we enjoy. Our preference is for poetry geared toward dramatizing the human experience in language rich with sensory image and metaphor, recognizing that poetry can be, at one and the same time, both familiar as the perspiration of daily labor and as outrageous as a carnival sideshow.

Cracker Sonnets by Amy Wright

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Cracker Sonnets by Amy Wright

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Publication date July 5, 2016

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  • Paperback: 114 pages
  • Publisher: Brick Road Poetry Press
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-13: 978-0-9898724-8-5
  • Product Dimensions: 6 x 0.3 x 9 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 9 ounces
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Cracker Sonnets amalgamates the world we know (and the language we use to describe it) with the world we sense but can’t quite grasp.  Thus we’re treated to “Granny’s fried-pie,” at the same time we’re transported to a “moment in the kitchen, / brilliant with vermilion.”  Amy Wright’s achievement with these brilliant poems is to “rejigger” our minds so that we can see our lives anew—with wit, truth and forgiveness—and so that we can catch glimpses of “that realm which surpasseth understanding.”
 
—David Huddle, author of Blacksnake at the Family Reunion and Dream Sender

Readers who love wit will delight in this handbook of pop-culture Americana in verse, where each poem is more daring than the next.  Most of these verses are wildly funny.  Who taught us that we weren’t supposed to enjoy poetry?  Wright’s poems un-teach dullness, crackle in the mouth like pop rocks.  We readers experience the guilty pleasure of watching Wright’s neighbors be themselves in all their particularity and odd, naked glory.  Leda Burk, for example, “saves pajamas for hospital stays.”  And nature is welcome, too, to play in this verbal backwoods fest, the book offering “a long love / doing with the sea what sex does, / antennae diddling the floor.”  We shouldn’t be watching, but of course, like Amy Wright, we’re living this, too, through expertly crafted language.  We become trespassers at the windows of the double-wide, but soon we forget ourselves and frolic in verbal play.


—Marilyn Kallet, author of 17 books, including The Love That Moves Me