PULP FICTIONS

My first poem on Jacket is courtesy of a Holiday Album Guest-edited by someone who apparently cooks as (in)frequently as I do: Elaine Equi. I reference the culinary as the poem sings about ... hard-boiled eggs.

Elsewhere, I extend pulp fiction with continued projects with big, burly men on Galatea's mountain. Here is Gabriela next to her newly-arrived statue. But poetry says to Make it Fresh (way better than that Make it new thingie). So when one does a statue of the dawgs -- this is for Gabriela in this photo -- one doesn't want to just replicate the image. Hence, the ball beneath one paw for added charm. From this thousand-word picture, one can glean something about the artful use of metaphor, di ba?