Poems from ''The Avalanche''

Accounts of eye witnesses to The Avalanche: It wont even vaguely remind you of SNOW FALLING ON CEDARS. Hop Wechsler, Poet, Coconspirator Al Ferbers poetry, often brittle reflections on the nature of being, the meaning of life, relationships, spirituality, capture the mystique, the exuberance and claustrophobic angst of a working class Catholic world. Arthur Valenzuela, Linguist, MSW Gus swings ! Jack Roe, Actor, Publican, World Traveler They touch me, confuse me, speak to me, uncover me, scare me. Diva, aka Jo Joy, aka Joann Gorman, Nurse, Photographer, and E-Mail Poet Al Ferber has created an urban Everyman who encounters lifes rudest shocks and most exalted pleasures with dazed surprise and self deprecating humor. In Ferbers spare, sometimes delicate, frequently twisted lines (which are not for the scatologically sensitive), we see a character who is usually preoccupied with sex, and occasionally touched by the joy of unexpected beauty and love. There is an odd kind of grace in Gus, a hopefulness which, in spite of itself, sometimes shades over into something very close to faith. Bill Kassell, Author, Playwright, Singer Songwriter Well folks, Gus has been wandering in the wastelands now for nigh unto thirty years or more. Its high time there be an avalanche or two (or six thousand) to finally please his creator and his followers alike. R. Philip Toy, Poet, aka Rainbow Al, I love the freaking poems, almost felt some of Gus shit myself. Jack Apsche, PhD Clinical Psychology, Certifiable Madman Desarollandote en una forma mas completa. mas creativo con mucha sensitividad. Sorry - more easier for me to say in Spanish. Im sure you will figure it out. Marti Padilla, Physical Therapist & Love Goddess to the Sick & Infirmed