Gary Corseri: I voted today. … I voted for peace and justice and sanity On an insane world of violence and injustice. I voted.
Gary Corseri: He had a little truth; He held it with his might. A little, shining thing To get him through the night.
Gary Corseri: They tell me the feathery plumes I see when little jets traverse my sky are nothing at all to worry me—a trick of Nature… something about vectors or vortexes or some such thing—an optical-illusion-thing that I’m now too old to understand.
Gary Corseri: It’s a book of dreams, and a book about how dreams come together on gossamer highways, and—stone by stone—on hardscrabble byways. Drunk on cervezas, ganga and poetry, Beaudin delivers travel journals that one wants to have lived—and re-live—with the author.