"a 25 page chapbook of varied and beautifully imaged lyric narratives"---Comstock Review
Cheryl gives an overview of the book:
Flower Half Blown
Lids shutting down like the door
to your father's failed business.
A sigh in the balcony as we run the reel
backward, summer-day glare
battering down the blinking inner eye:
I remember you.
Rainslick lust, delirious mudslide
emceed by Sgt. Pepper or some other freak,
you curled me into wide smiling hands,
your face blank enough to engrave
We're all nineteen in our heads
though the hour grows late
and lawns in suburbia hiss and spit
on an old man's schedule.
Pernicious blue fills the TV.
Shouldn't watch it, this traffic accident:
Comeback rockers swivel by on artificial hips,
leap for the high notes on crackling knees.
They miss. Time has called their bluff.
I should have left a light on. Something.
My books include poetry and fiction. My first novel, Shiva's Arms, tells the story of an American woman who marries into a Hindu Brahmin family, and explores the themes of cultural identity and the meaning of family.
When I married into a Hindu Brahmin...