The New Clean

The New Clean

by Jon Sands
     
 

Jon Sands has traveled into a ridiculous world, where nothing is too hilarious to not be honest, and nothing is too honest to not get you pregnant. Best of all, he's packed us in his suitcase. He represents an ever-changing population of those raised elsewhere who find themselves beckoned by the history, mystique, and magic-makers of New York City. These poems inhabit… See more details below

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Jon Sands has traveled into a ridiculous world, where nothing is too hilarious to not be honest, and nothing is too honest to not get you pregnant. Best of all, he's packed us in his suitcase. He represents an ever-changing population of those raised elsewhere who find themselves beckoned by the history, mystique, and magic-makers of New York City. These poems inhabit their own contradictions, and exquisitely navigate the many complicated sides of what it means to be alive.

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Jon Sands is a high-stakes, honest poet of wild range. Sands possesses the remarkable ability to celebrate just as deeply as he mourns & whichever city he moves through in his poems ... one can be certain that there will be some singing. That's just what these poems do. - Aracelis Girmay, author

Sands scours buses in Queens, faceless bullets, and a city full of "back talk” to find a place where we can all "fall madly in Jon,” and we do. Always fresh, The New Clean is a poetics of triumph - Michael Cirelli, Executive Director of Urban Word-NYC

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781935904267
Publisher:
Write Bloody Publishing
Publication date:
04/15/2011
Pages:
120
Product dimensions:
5.40(w) x 8.40(h) x 0.40(d)

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EXACTLY WHAT I'M THINKING
after Pablo Neruda

Why can't ceramic bowls eat fruit salad out of me?
Why can't I ever get my watch to its appointments on time?
Why can't I make Scattergories argue with other board games?
Why can't Braveheart be a little embarrassed by how much it liked me?

Why isn't rent money concerned if I'll be ready come Saturday?
Why can't my bedroom only really be itself around me?
What if my clothes are just using me to look fresh?
Why isn't my roommate proud of me for coming home drunk and eating his food?

What if I shit on a bird?
What if the floor and ceiling could kiss?
What if my dreams always forget me?
What if God isn't convinced I'm real, and loses sleep over it?

What if my alarm clock could sleep in?
Why can't my six-week old nephew just talk already?
What if we blow death's mind?
Why can't sex say that I change everything?

Why can't love fall madly in Jon?

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