False-Positive

A Book At War With Itself. I Had Completed My Earlier Book Dotted The I’S And Licked The Stamps And Then…Something Happenedand There Was Nothing More To Say.—Geoff Peterson. False-Positive Is An Author’S Kiss Of Death. Beginning In The Silence That Precedes Thought It Slips Between Sleep And Jolts Of Bad Conscience. Comprised Of Fragments Struggling To Find A Pulse The Work Fails To Achieve Form. It Will Not Gather Or Cohere. It Cannot Be Satisfied.. Peterson’S Latest Is The Record Of A Book Nearly Aborted As Forlorn As A Teddy Bear In Back Of A Stolen Car And Best Viewed As A Cry From A Rented Room During The Latest Pandemic. Unearthed One Day From Layers Of Ash It Could Prove To Be As Time Sensitive As A Doomsday Document.. Reader Comments. These Quarantine Poems Are Parables About Growing Old And Sick While Finding Threads Of Hope In All Leftover Things...A Teddy Bear Or The Beads Of A Rosary.—Andy Vinca Student Of Machado’S. Compelling Glimpses From Inside The Rabbit Hole In Which The Poet Awakens To A Previous Life And Examines The Missing Pages That Were Omitted Till He Was Ready To Face Them… Scraps Of Poems Not Made Public But Rather Assembled By A Family Member Or Biographer As They Disclose The Man’S Exit.—Rich Culbertson Anglo-Saxon Chronicle. Damn He’S Good! Any Time I Pick Up His Book I Can Open To Any Page And Be Restored To My Senses.—Sharon Butler Artist