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Now Available - The Strange & Beautiful Life of Daniel Raskovich |
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Victor David Sandiego’s The strange and beautiful life of Daniel Raskovich, an imagined biography of an odd everyman character, is darkly funny and strangely poignant. Sandiego offers a frank take on contemporary society with verse that is clean, clear and direct, and tantalizing enough to keep us wanting more. Episode after bizarre episode leaves the reader feeling off-balance, hopping on one leg (the good one) like Daniel, but perhaps this is the precise vantage one needs to view our lives more candidly. The starkly lovely, sometimes mysterious, graphical images throughout from photographer Ethan Hahn provide visual texture and figurative subtext to the Raskovich tale. As alarming or reassuring as it may seem, Sandiego’s collection reveals that there is a little bit or quite a lot of Daniel in every one of us. - Lana Hechtman Ayers, series editor, author of A New Red
Available on Amazon or via the publisher, Moon Path Press |
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By Victor David Sandiego
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...My history is the same as yours, he continues. From birth, I rolled into the grave. No one, not even God, can stop it. For several lifetimes, I have doused myself with wine and struck a match to incinerate my mad cravings and leave an empty space for weightlessness to enter. At least a thousand times I have filled my bowl with tears. At least a thousand times, I have stripped my skin to search beneath my translucent illusions for the authentic beast within. And always I have failed...
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By Victor David Sandiego
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Let me through
I am minister from the east
led here by my belief in war.
Only moments have passed
my walkie-talkie squawking
since my son fell.
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The back of my head (excerpt) |
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By Victor David Sandiego
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One pale morning, roosters and donkeys in my ear, I awoke to discover the back of my head missing from the pillow. I ran through the emergent streets shouting: “Oh God, give me back my palace of angels!”. Surely, he had removed the back of my head, my beautiful repository of devotion, because he had judged my wandering wicked, but by my compass, I am on a just shore.
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grow up to be a sand man (with audio) |
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By Victor David Sandiego
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door crack
knob high eye watch
black boot sand man
long gun, gray green steel hat
sun rise stone street
crack crack small noise far
crisp crunch walk walk on by
long gun high
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