Sturm and Drang You start a poem the same way My father-in-law lit the grill. Fill a brown paper grocery bag With a whole measure of briquettes. Soak the bag and contents With a liberal amount Of lawnmower gas. Set the bag in the middle Of the round grill top. From daringly close distance Toss a lit wooden match Onto the gas-soaked bag. My oldest son at four Watched the explosion From a guarded distance: Frightened, thrilled, Fighting back tears. It was the first time He’d seen poetry.
About the Author: A past winner of the Jim Harrison Award for contributions to baseball literature, Tim Peeler has also twice been a Casey Award Finalist (baseball book of the year) and a finalist for the SIBA Award. He lives with his wife, Penny in Hickory, North Carolina, where he directs the academic assistance programs at Catawba Valley Community College. He has published close to a thousand poems, stories, essays, and reviews in magazines, journals, and anthologies and has written sixteen books and three chapbooks. He has five books in the permanent collection at the Baseball Hall of Fame Library in Cooperstown, NY. His recent books include Rough Beast, an Appalachian verse novel about a southern gangster named Larry Ledbetter, Henry River: An American Ruin, poems about an abandoned mill town and film site for The Hunger Games, and Wild in the Strike Zone: Baseball Poems, his third volume of baseball-related poems.
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