That kid in seventh grade who went overnight from scrawny and skinny to muscled jock claiming he had to shave twice a day. The girl in the pink sweater who moved through the crowded halls of eighth grade like she was parting the Red Sea. The furtive glance at the skinny girl in glasses rewarded with an equally furtive return glance. The physics teacher who was barely this side of crazy. The best friend in high school whom you planned the rest of your life with. And don’t forget the music – the best music ever, with nothing to match it before or since.
This is the stuff that puts the form in our formative years. And this is the stuff of Dave Malone’s newest collection of poetry, You Know the Ones.
Malone doesn’t confine himself to those middle school and high school years. He knows what shapes us is also the landscape we’re born and raised in, and the people who are never more than a few feet away – the grandparents, the mothers, the fathers, the brothers and sisters, the extended family of aunts and uncles and cousins and the distant relatives whom we’re not sure are really relatives or not but it doesn’t matter because they’ve been part of the landscape forever.
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