Surgencies

<p><b>In <i>Surgencies</i>, Abraham Smith responds to the sounds and movements alive in rural northern Wisconsin. Each line is an excitement in answer to frog, coyote, eagle, barn swallow. </b><i>Surgencies</i><span> is a poem; surge with urge; surgery with urgency. Line and sound emerge as emergency scribbled on grass. The message is green. The knife fight of light barnswallow flight. All zig and zag. And when the singing mouths of the peeping frogs open everyone flies and crawls in. Which is to say, Abraham Smith''s eye is fast, but his ink is faster. </span></p><p>In<i> Surgencies</i>, he sings the sweet news that loving is prismatic pendulum. Smith seeks the right words for how frogsong sounds or feels, and with every lost left-hand turn, he maps the grand effort of trying to articulate the varied and the vast. </p><p><i>Surgencies</i>, Abraham Smith''s latest eco-audiological foray into our contemporary consciousness and rural locales, warns that "kicked skulls roll funny." Prepare to get honey-skulled.</p>