Flareup of twosomes

These are not love poems, but reflections upon reflection of what we suffer lovingly. Both song and process of soliloquy, Pearlman writes into and out of a language of wry belief. "A whole flareup of twosomes" and "what grows on between" lays the hard road on the line. At once comic and devotional in bardic tradition of turbulent contemplation - "poem" is source of prayer & grit & flinging the crutch into the sky. Why not - go on?

Pearlman is the heart's penitente, whose work joins the inner salt of need with a sweet leaven of hope redeemed in the midnight hour.