"A perfect browse for poetry enthusiasts ... establishes Williams as an impressive talent and skilled wordsmith, deserving of as wide and appreciative an audience as possible." (The Midwest Book Review, Small Press Bookwatch: June 2009).
130 pages; trade paperback $12 US ISBN-13: 978-0-9760576-6-6 ISBN-10: 0-9760576-6-2 Lucky Press, LLC Click HERE for a flyer. (Adobe Acrobat PDF) Click HERE for an MS Word version of the flyer.
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Williams has been writing poetry and essays for many years and his work reflects a sensibility that extends beyond national borders and encompasses the dichotomy of poverty/wealth, striving/acceptance, ancient/modern, and the particular and universal. Circus by Moonlight contains 121 poems written between 1990 and 2007. On this page you will find a few poems from the book.
Where My Brother Builds Castles
this place is now at your command the sand is cool and pliable and castles are your fortress to expel the onslaught welsh archers at your disposal entire cities to be chiseled by the strength of your vision
this place is now at your command a benevolent kingdom on the shore where you had designed worlds for the pleasure of clan and attendants and we shall forever tread lightly over this landscape of remembrance for here sits a city on high
Paradise Possible
maybe somewhere there is a place for all this love
flanked by a quiet of night they watch the parade, migrating circus figures, passing in unfamiliar outlines of pygmy rotundity and ballooning-bubble-elasticity.
limp sleepers, hanging by moon’s hooking crescent, space babies with no planet, dangling to the organ grinder’s hypnotic spell, while cotton candy— cocoon, envelopes them, in sticky.
Dandelion Steam
there is a playground worth conjuring for the weathered and weary
of hot blacktop and uncomely steel stretched into blinding orbits
a zeal brought out to soften the tar while kick-stands slowly sink and balance is lost
a field afar lit up with yellow dandelion steam waits for the day
the glorious moment when the boys of baseball rally to the call green with anticipation