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"Solonche is productive and prolific, but that doesn't water down his poetry... He can compress a philosophical treatise into three lines... His epigrammatic tidy poems are philosophic gems. Solonche sees humor and encapsulates it; he frames a thought in perfect verse... He's playful and profound - the more he writes, the more he seems to know. Beneath the Solonche simplicity are significant social comments, and his goodwill reinforces the best in us." -Grace CavalieriSAMPLE POEM:Deaf Child AreaI have driven the roadmany times, but havenever seen the deaf child,not in the driveway, not in the yard, not in the window.But the sign has been therea long time, so the childmay no longer be around.I'd like to think just that.I'd like to think the deafchild grew up, went tocollege, married, movedaway to start a life. I'd like to think the parents, now old and alone in the house, left the sign there to say to us drivers passing by, "Slow down. Open the window. Open your ears. Hear the birds. Hear the horses. Hear the wind. Hear the laughterof the years."
"Solonche is productive and prolific, but that doesn't water down his poetry... He can compress a philosophical treatise into three lines... His epigrammatic tidy poems are philosophic gems. Solonche sees humor and encapsulates it; he frames a thought in perfect verse... He's playful and profound - the more he writes, the more he seems to know. Beneath the Solonche simplicity are significant social comments, and his goodwill reinforces the best in us." -Grace CavalieriSAMPLE POEM:Deaf Child AreaI have driven the roadmany times, but havenever seen the deaf child,not in the driveway, not in the yard, not in the window.But the sign has been therea long time, so the childmay no longer be around.I'd like to think just that.I'd like to think the deafchild grew up, went tocollege, married, movedaway to start a life. I'd like to think the parents, now old and alone in the house, left the sign there to say to us drivers passing by, "Slow down. Open the window. Open your ears. Hear the birds. Hear the horses. Hear the wind. Hear the laughterof the years."
AmazonPages: 96, Paperback, DOS Madres Press
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