The New World

The New World is a selection of unique and lyrical poetry, as well as evocative stream-of-consciousness passages. Meditating profoundly upon the Vietnam War and its aftermath, The New World sees the good, the bad, and the lice-infested with equal weight in a moving, spiritual wordplay drama. Wedding Bells: In early evening,/at rest on a plastic garbage bag/on the sidewalk,/curled with his back to traffic,/fetal on his right side,/facing the wall of onyx tiles that frame the window of Victoria Pastry,/under the display of elaborate wedding cakes,/without shoes, his feet/black as the tiles but without the shine,/he is chattering over and over/shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up/to the hopeful tourist brides who stand above him/leaning slightly to admire/the triple and quadruple-tiered white castle/wedding cakes in the window/manned by tiny grooms in tuxedos/and brides with delicate veils/who smile forever/onto Stockton Street.