My Sixties

<p class=ql-align-justify>Peter Krass is taking us his readers on quite a trip (and given the Sixties reference the word's two-at least-meanings pertain) in these poems. Time is sandwiched hijacked and serenaded (To travel like this is to fly / free and high like a kettle of kites) between youth and older age. The poet side-kicking along with Bruce Springsteen and his desire to change the world / with nothing more than air encounters his muse dead friends and even Billy Collins along the way. Funny moving thought-provoking it's quite a trip indeed on which we're all beginners hitchhiking our way across time.</p><p class=ql-align-justify><strong>-Philip Schultz</strong> Pulitzer Prize-winning poet and founder/director of </p><p class=ql-align-justify>The Writers Studio</p><p class=ql-align-justify><br></p><p class=ql-align-justify>From the vantage point of his sixties PJ Krass<strong> </strong>returns in these wonderfully allusive poems to his childhood in the 60s that time of incense and headshops and Beatles and Stones in which both his selves the holy one / and the sinner were shaped by a pop culture that zigzagged toward a seemingly solid adult world. Then and now a nation torn in two this America of disappointed dirt still offers its muted pleasures: Even the fortune teller's booth / boarded up and empty / keeps a secret of the past. That secret is almost revealed in elegiac poems tempered with humor and scored always with a music strange but welcoming.</p><p class=ql-align-justify><strong>-Michael Waters</strong> author of <em>Caw</em> and other books of poetry; co-editor </p><p class=ql-align-justify>of <em>Border Lines: Poems of Migration</em> and other anthologies; Guggenheim </p><p class=ql-align-justify>Fellow; and five-time Pushcart Prize recipient</p><p><br></p><p><br></p>