Loretta
Loretta don’t you tell those boys where we’ve been the weather over the mountain signifies change you are as wet as the rain I fell in love with a girl when I was twenty one but she never said that we were together she was married she called him her old man and I would tease her when she sneaked out at night to meet me I said I must be your old woman she sneaked out at night to meet me I find that hard to believe now we used to sit in the tall grass at the edge of the world and share a secret between us and sometimes we’d steal horses and ride them along those long dry country roads Loretta don’t you tell those boys where we’ve been the weather over the mountain signifies change you are as wet as the rain you are as cold as an evening’s resolution you woke up this morning with a halo wrapped around your head I took it as a warning of something old and strange these winds are changing direction and getting colder this old man he played once he left her because he wanted too much he met me in a mysterious restaurant I had no idea I had no idea I said what do you want? Loretta don’t you tell those boys where we’ve been I thought you’d have forgiven me we come from different directions these winds are changing us
Who?
What?
Bolt, the debut collection from West Coast performance poet Hilary Peach, ranges over both familiar and unexplored landscapes. From a series of surreal vignettes derived from twenty years as a welder with the Boilermakers' Union, to a suite of poems based on the truths and superstitions of snakelore, to alluring, imagistic songs of loss and longing, Bolt investigates rough terrain and long horizons.
A compilation of poetry, performance scores, and autobiography, it is full of voices, places, fleeting encounters, animals, busted hearts, machinery, and extreme weather. Delicate portraits of birds muscle in on experimental scripts. Buffalo thunder through the text. Lovers are left weeping, factory stacks rear up against boiling skies, and coal trains thread silently through clouds of fugitive dust.
Bolt is a collection of scars and a compendium of remedies; a measurement of lightning. It's the familiar impulse that occasionally seizes us all, to suddenly run, out of control. But, it's also a carefully engineered fastener that holds things together.
When?
Arriving right now! April 2018.
Where?
Purchase from the All Lit Up website or at your local bookstore. $18.
How?
Thundering buffalo through the text, leaving lovers weeping, rearing factory stacks up against boiling skies...
The copyrights of all poems included in the series remain with their authors, and are reprinted with the permission of the publishers.
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