Flareup of Twosomes

This web of poems of longing digs within raw character: Orpheus and Mr. Lucky in slow tango as the heart spins on a table under hot lamplight. These are not love poems but reflection upon reflection of what we suffer lovingly. Pearlman writes into and out of a language of drama and wry belief. His poems are turbulent contemplations�sources of prayer and grit and flinging the crutch into the sky. They join the inner salt of need with a sweet leaven of hope redeemed in the midnight hour.