164 pages, $10.99
Pski’s Porch is proud to offer Horses See Ghosts, the latest poetry collection from author, sculptor, and raconteur Guinotte Wise, full of joy and sadness and wry, side-eyed affection for our lost world.
Birds, fowl, horses, dogs, ghosts, Kansas, Louisiana, Kentucky. Life and death and Moonpies and Nehi and RC Cola too. It’s all in here. The essentials. I wrote it just for me and you. Man, I hope something in here hits a groove or two for you.
I wade into tropic warmth of water, brown,
surrounds me, think of snapping turtles as
my bare feet sink in silk-soft silt and move
to the center, only my eyes are above
the water now, and my dogs swim toward
me, they bump my head with inquisitive
muzzles, their eyes near mine, I reach
for their paddling paws beneath the surface
and they lurch, splashing me, they turn and
swim away, regarding me, they like this
scary play, they swim at me again, but veer
to avoid my underwater fumbles, they in
their doglike parody of water ballet, turning,
rolling, kicking away. The female has blue
eyes and I hear Jaws music in my head as
she approaches. I jump up so I can breathe
and laugh and her head breaches the brown
surface, too, in her version of a laugh. The
male is tired of the game, stands on the mud
bank awaiting us so he can shake rainbow
droplets at us in the sun, his way of joking.