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Hillbilly Guilt

Bentley, Roy
Hillbilly Guilt
Hillbilly Guilt is populated with those whose lives aren't deemed important: the poor and working poor of Appalachia, who live what it is to be American.This is a book that seeks to show that we are the sum of our mistakes. Not just the little goofs, either, but the huge, world-shattering blunders that go to the core of what it is to be human. The title poem "Hillbilly Guilt"-the frontispiece and forward to the book as a whole-asserts moments ...

CHF 27.50

My Mother's Red Ford

Bentley, Roy
My Mother's Red Ford
My Mother's Red Ford represents Roy Bentley's first six books, four of which won or distinguished themselves in national competitions. According to Kate Fox, writing of Walking with Eve in the Loved City: "Readers of the Dayton, Ohio native's previous collections--Boy in a Boat, Any One Man, The Trouble with a Short Horse in Montana, and Starlight Taxi--will recognize many of the people and places in Walking with Eve in the Loved City: Bentley...

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American Loneliness

Bentley, Roy
American Loneliness
Roy Bentley is the author of Walking with Eve in the Loved City, a finalist for the Miller Williams Poetry Prize, and Starlight Taxi, which won the Blue Lynx Poetry Prize. His other books include The Trouble with a Short Horse in Montana, Any One Man, and Boy in a Boat. He has received fellowships from the Florida Division of Cultural Affairs, the Ohio Arts Council, and the NEA.

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Walking with Eve in the Loved City: Poems

Bentley, Roy
Walking with Eve in the Loved City: Poems
Using a variety of male figures - Jeff Goldblum, Ringo Starr, the poet's uncle Billy, to name a few - these poems skilfully interrogate masculinity and its cultural artifacts, searching for a way to reconcile reverence for the father figure with a crisis of faith about the world as run by men.

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STRANGE PRIVACIES POEMS

Bentley, Roy
STRANGE PRIVACIES POEMS
An excerpt from Section 3: My Father Dressing Me as Zorro, taken from the poem "Listening to Coltrane on the 4th of July" Now I've lowered a mask over my face The eye-slits don't fit, and I can't see. I scent the smoke of his cigarette. I tell him they turned off the electricity, the gas and phone, that neighbors fed us after he left. I'm feeling in the gift box for a toy rapier, which I wave between us. He tells me to stop horsing around: thi...

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