Passion
trumps this frivolous world of detail—Belgian chocolates, Coppertone lotion,
dry martinis, bright ribbons, doubles tennis, and, heaven help us, sonnets.
Peter Meinke in his new collection of poems, Lucky Bones, quantifies the
passionate nature of interior intensity and hell-bent fervor by poking fun at
himself and humorously (or not) eviscerating a chosen set of targets inhabiting
this vale of tears that we call life. Many of his poetic commentaries Meinke delivers
in formalist verse with a cunning dry wit that both elucidates and cautions. For more of my review of Lucky Bones go here: http://foxchasereview.wordpress.com/2014/11/15/lucky-bones-by-peter-meinke/
and here: http://dougholder.blogspot.com/2014/11/lucky-bones-by-peter-meinke.html
and here: http://dougholder.blogspot.com/2014/11/lucky-bones-by-peter-meinke.html
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