Stiletto Heels And A Pork Pie Hat
Poetry Collection
Fiction & Literature, Poetry, Continental European
| Author: | Luigi Monteferrante | ISBN: | 9781617925122 |
| Publisher: | Il Torcoliere | Publication: | April 23, 2011 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Luigi Monteferrante |
| ISBN: | 9781617925122 |
| Publisher: | Il Torcoliere |
| Publication: | April 23, 2011 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Downtown. Big City. Three in the morning. Dreamers, shysters, hipsters, nightowls, birds and hawks down and out or on the make - these, and many more, portraits people the pages of Stiletto Heels & A Pork Pie Hat, the city as it is when the others sleep. Nighthawk at Dawn, Wise Man At The Diner, but also First Kiss are a few of the poems and portraits peopling this collection of poems, a celebration of life, its loves, passions, worries and concerns, a stage of unforgettable characters who are complex: the man next door, the woman across the table, the wife of twenty years, tired husbands, fretful mothers, ambitious daughters all struggling with jobs, friends, relationships; in the struggle, a celebration of life: as bright and vibrant as the neon lights lighting your face in the mirror across the counter, but also that mask of of ennui, the wicked smile of sane cynicism, or that capful of good humor that at the break of dawn props one up for yet another round of life as it should be lived.
Downtown. Big City. Three in the morning. Dreamers, shysters, hipsters, nightowls, birds and hawks down and out or on the make - these, and many more, portraits people the pages of Stiletto Heels & A Pork Pie Hat, the city as it is when the others sleep. Nighthawk at Dawn, Wise Man At The Diner, but also First Kiss are a few of the poems and portraits peopling this collection of poems, a celebration of life, its loves, passions, worries and concerns, a stage of unforgettable characters who are complex: the man next door, the woman across the table, the wife of twenty years, tired husbands, fretful mothers, ambitious daughters all struggling with jobs, friends, relationships; in the struggle, a celebration of life: as bright and vibrant as the neon lights lighting your face in the mirror across the counter, but also that mask of of ennui, the wicked smile of sane cynicism, or that capful of good humor that at the break of dawn props one up for yet another round of life as it should be lived.
