Publisher's Synopsis
In Blinking Ephemeral Valentine, Joni Wallace recreates the break-neck speed of modern life while fighting to find pure emotion, albeit "blinking." "Remember our best night?" Wallace writes, "Not the drowning, not the self-same gasping as a makeshift blast broadcast through gaping windows..." Through collage, syntactical experimentation, and fragmentation, these tough and edgy poems relinquish the worn paths of traditional romantic poetry for an approach that articulates the hidden: "Here is where I think of you. / Here is a picture, negative, x-ray, reverse."
