Poetry. -- you tie one shoe tighter/ till its shell cracks open/ and under each fingernail the pieces/ smell from damp mud, broken reeds/ riverside -- the bow stays wet (from TOUCHING THE HEADSTONE). Perchik's dreamlike transitions have been remarked upon by the Washington Review: Perchik's poetry allows past and present, familiar and fantastic, banal and bombastic to co-exist with creative tension. Perchik dives deep into the unconscious in his poetry...
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