Jittery, plaintive, and fresh, the poems in Ian Williams' Personals are voiced through a startling variety of speakers who continually rev themselves up to the challenge of connecting with each other, often to no avail. Williams writes in traditional poetic forms: ghazals, a pantoum, blank sonnets, mock-heroic couplets. He also invents his own: poems that spin into indeterminacy, poems that don't end. With a deft hand and playful ear, Williams entices the reader to stumble alongside his characters as they search, again and again, for intimacy, for love, and for each other.
One of us cuts a banana into cereal
with the edge of a spoon and the other reads the side
of the Bran Flakes box.
Might not look like love -- Might not love look like
this? No boy plunging headlong from the sky,
no star-shaped marshmallow.
But a kiss on the forehead,
the string of a banana still on the lip, goodbye.
From Personals by Ian Williams ©2012. Published by Freehand Books.