Raining Down from Heaven White-Light Curveballs

S.A. Weisberg writes a rainstorm flood in a celebration of baseball spirituality and hope. A resident on Spring Street Downtown L.A. he greets every morning and every person he meets with the joy of ...the soft velvet touch of a baby's cheek the cry of a lobster boiling in a pot of bubbly water a woman's stretching sigh.This first book of Sandy Weisberg's poems reminds us that poetry is an explosion of passion and poetry's truth serum is truth. -Noah benShea