Turning left on Dixie Beach Road
the night after
Hurricane Jeanne sideswiped us,
I caught a mournful moon
peeking at me above her veil
of remnant hurricane cloud,
wanting to share my loss of island-
afraid to commit that indiscretion.

" 'Hipster poet, nature poet, prankster poet, oracular poet, Nuyorican and political poet, Joseph Pacheco proves his mettle as a versifying technician, whether it's in his own brand of bebop free verse or funk-a-fortified rap, which reminds us that poetry is a pleasure, after all. It is no surprise that these highly...

Turning left on Dixie Beach Road
the night after
Hurricane Jeanne sideswiped us,
I caught a mournful moon
peeking at me above her veil
of remnant hurricane cloud,
wanting to share my loss of island-
afraid to commit that indiscretion.

" 'Hipster poet, nature poet, prankster poet, oracular poet, Nuyorican and political poet, Joseph Pacheco proves his mettle as a versifying technician, whether it's in his own brand of bebop free verse or funk-a-fortified rap, which reminds us that poetry is a pleasure, after all. It is no surprise that these highly...