Publish Date
16 Sep, 2025
I want a poem like thick tropical rain. Dense green spatter of syllables, Drumbeat consonants, fertile with meaning. Sudden. Short. Unforgettable. Afterwards, jungle silence. I want a poem like a Russian circus; You should know it has been trained. Wondering poems, wise poems. Fierce poems and playful poems. Poems about everyday things and uncommon things. Poems of isolation and fellowship; about loving and leaving, finding and losing and finding again. Jerry Pinto’s second collection of poetry sparkles and soothes; in words that always ring true, it shows us what it means to be human, and how to be human. In his verse, as in his prose, Pinto is a writer to come home to.