Kaputniks

Is a Kaputnik addicted to failing or a prophet of our kaputs to come!? In his 5th book of poems, Peter Jay Shippy uses talk—not as it escapes our lips—but as it’s heard from inside our skulls, orbiting from ear to ear to ear. He leads us from a noir haunted movie palace to a mother grinding birds into powder and finally to an Ubu who removes his tinfoil crown to hail spring, “Not a single UFO in the sky!” Peter Jay Shippy again delivers his signature humor and playfulness in the unforgettab...