by Peter Weltner
San Francisco’s outerlands is where the city’s once barren dunes end at the Pacific. The poet walks there religiously most mornings, remembering his past, recalling some of the places and people, the art and the artists he has most treasured, while brooding on those ultimate concerns that have obsessed him since childhood, the oldest questions that have no answers. The Outerlands is where life, like the land, ends and finds itself at its outermost reaches where death, like the sea, begins.
“What they said about Weltner’s previous poetry collection, News From the World at My Birth — this is a marvelous book. It demonstrates the necessity of poetry.” — Bill Mayer
“These poems speak of how real the past still is, how much it still pleads.” — Linda Gregg
Published May 1, 2012
Paperback | $18.00 USD