{"product_id":"holoholo-poems","title":"Holoholo: Poems","description":"Holoholo is the Hawaiian word for walking out with no destination in mind. In the three sections of this book, Barbara Hamby walks out into the current American chaos with its inferno of wars, street violence, apocalyptic fantasies, and racial tension. Fueled by an American lingo that embraces slang, Yiddish, street talk, and the yearning to be able to describe her moment in time, these poems encompass the complicated past, difficult present, and unknown future. Every foray offers a glimpse of the world constructed from one woman's collage of consciousness. \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cb\u003eOde on My Nightingale \u003c\/b\u003e \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003eMy nightingale is the conquistador of moonlight, \u003cbr\u003e the engine of divine hullabaloo, the dance party \u003cbr\u003eof shining headlights on a dark road past midnight, \u003cbr\u003e the thrill of that first kiss in the battered Chevette, \u003cbr\u003ethe wrong turn that made me burn my map, clap twice, \u003cbr\u003e summon my djinn. My nightingale is the stake \u003cbr\u003ein my heart that can't be dislodged, the hodge-podge \u003cbr\u003e of my brain at two a.m. when the drunks \u003cbr\u003ehave gone home or passed out in the street. My nightingale\u003cbr\u003e trills in the darkness, thinks of nothing \u003cbr\u003ebut his song, says forget me at your peril for I am \u003cbr\u003e the tiara of rain that falls from the purple sky, \u003cbr\u003ethe lies you tell yourself to wake up from your dreams, \u003cbr\u003e so listen, for my song will fade into nothing, \u003cbr\u003ebut nothing is made without me. I am the cosmologist\u003cbr\u003e of the atomic, high priest of everything \u003cbr\u003eyou never wanted to be, all your highjacked dreams, \u003cbr\u003e the screams in the muddle of night, the beam \u003cbr\u003eof starlight on the river of sleep, for we are alone, \u003cbr\u003e my darling, on this planet of night, and I am \u003cbr\u003eyour little god, your drinking water straight from the stream, \u003cbr\u003e for my song is spooling into the night forever\u003cbr\u003eand ever, amen. I am the derivative of sin. O let me in.","brand":"Barbara Hamby","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":43923300188202,"sku":"9780822966586","price":20.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0690\/0891\/6522\/files\/holoholo-poems-8877761.jpg?v=1767001632","url":"https:\/\/thepoetryshop.com\/products\/holoholo-poems","provider":"The Poetry Shop LLC","version":"1.0","type":"link"}