About the Poems
by Joni Wallace
These poems are part of a new manuscript, Beautiful Pilot. All written the morning my goldfish flipped out of her bowl like a swift fist (disguised as a flame). Lite brites, lotto clerks, weathervanes, starlings in silhouette, arpeggios, pink plastic radios, dance girls, Best Boys, tiny toy planes, high wires – these and other things seen while submerged, under glass. Then not. Can you hear me, sweetheart?