FAMILIAL LOVE AND OTHER MISFORTUNES (Paperback)

ROBERT PETERS

ISBN 10: 1888996498 / ISBN 13: 9781888996494

Published by Red Hen Press, Pasadena, 2002

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Paperback. "With this luminous tribute to Wilma Elizabeth McDaniel Peters is in top form. His steely eyed, poignant testimony unearths the midden heap of his rural past, evoking the pungency of that past with all of its stench and sweetness."--Edward Field"Peters, a master of the poetic close-up, here closes the loop on his many decades of writing. That he recalls so much of his early life so vividly is an enviable feat of discipline and imagination."--Jim Cory "With this luminous tribute to Wilma Elizabeth McDaniel Peters is in top form. His steely eyed, poignant testimony unearths the midden heap of his rural past, evoking the pungency of that past with all of its stench and sweetness." Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability.

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Bibliographic Details

• Title: FAMILIAL LOVE AND OTHER MISFORTUNES (Paperback)
• Publisher: Red Hen Press, Pasadena
• Publication Date: 2002
• Language: English
• ISBN 10: 1888996498
• ISBN 13: 9781888996494
• Binding: Paperback
• Condition: new

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"With this luminous tribute to Wilma Elizabeth McDaniel Peters is in top form. His steely eyed, poignant testimony unearths the midden heap of his rural past, evoking the pungency of that past with all of its stench and sweetness."

―Edward Field

"Peters, a master of the poetic close-up, here closes the loop on his many decades of writing. That he recalls so much of his early life so vividly is an enviable feat of discipline and imagination."

―Jim Cory

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Dad's Cigarettes

You dropped tobacco into the
metal gadget, inserted gummed
paper, drew back a handle, and
spun forth cigarettes. On birth
days Dad tooled cigars in his
mouth. He'd smoked as a boxer,
carnival worker, and roustabout.
Cancer orchids raged in his
green-houe of a stomach,
ravished his lungs, and
snuffed him when he was
sixty-four, when he shot
a dog at the town dump and fell
into some flames.