Safe Danger
Zerance, Stephen
In Safe Danger, here comes a Stephen Zerance poem sashaying down the street: snakeskin tights, clean-shaven legs, black tee-why it could be Satan himself. It's a far cry from the baggy khakis and extra large shirt Zerance's father would have him wear, clothes sure to make him feel like a real man. No dice. Instead, Zerance has demons under his bed and phobias-mosquitos, bees, roaches, spiders, ticks-a veritable house of horrors, his pain and l...