44 pages, 5.5 x 8.5″ paper, hand-bound
Price: $12.00
ISBN: 978-1-888553-38-3
“A beautiful tribute to the fecundity of obsession.” —Amy Gerstler
“Sensual & luminous, mystical & comic.”—Nin Andrews
Excerpt from Her Name is Juanita:
“The Donkey’s Role in Spiritual Awakenings”
My friends want me to see Juanita. Soon. If you hear a donkey, find the damn donkey. My house a stall in desperate need of a shovel. I barely sleep, books piled on the dining room table, sheaves of computer print-outs. The donkey in myth. The donkey as “other.” I compose, too, or will, a libretto based on Juanita already suggesting itself, sung across a loop of her bray or a computer generated facsimile. And snapshots, donkey-shaped clouds, clouds that looked like they would turn into donkeys before an ear blew off, a muzzle moved left. Images not easy to catch. Here’s a picture of my cat, smiling, after I whispered Juanita three times. I should put the photos in an album or shoebox but I like seeing them when I walk by, Juanita in the sky.