<DIV>No one sounds like W.S. Di Piero. Explosive language, rough sensuousness, unflinching eye?here is a poet who will not look away, and who is always committed to poetry’s first purpose: to bring song. Tombo is a book of lyrics fueled in equal parts by realism and big-fish storytelling, a book of wanderers, foghorns, summer rain, feral cats, and city jazz. Built on heartbreak particulars, these poems are raw, mysterious dilations of the moments of existence:<BR><BR>Life, as you say, my friend,<BR>is lived in its transitions.<BR>There’s a yonder<br>that abides right here.<BR>It lives in the electric air<BR>of field or room,<BR>unseen but palpable<BR>as snow or blowing dust.<BR><BR> ?from ?The Running Dog”<BR></DIV>