Opening with an ode to the freckles on his fathers hand, C. P. SHAFERs debut poetry collection takes the reader on a journey into the mountains of life and the wilds therein. From a catalog of sounds that his father makes while getting ready for work, to a retelling of Theseus which paints the ancient hero as a poster child for classic abandonment issues - each poem is a saw-tooth landscape that unfolds before you / offering / what hasnt been mapped... Just as in nature there is pain beneath all beauty, C.P. SHAFERs prose pushes up through the mire of suicides, break-ups, and the inevitable betrayals of the body to see passing birds as spilled ink, and fatherhood as a chance to transform the poison inside us into life. Crush the fragile enough... the poet speculates ...and the remnants become immovable, thats how mountains are made: cores bleeding to fill the cracks; deformities rising in a universe falling.My Fathers Hand Is a Mountain Range is a parade of deformities that explore masculinity, mortality, and the slivers of light we might otherwise miss during our brief bone-soaked waltz with rain.
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