Nitro Nights

W.S. Di Piero marries a streetwise, working-class sensibility to an intellectual rigor and precise language in poems that stare down depression, failed love, and urban nightlife. In a fast-paced, half-cracked/half-sane style reminiscent of bebop solos, Di Piero forges masterful poems that “keep it close, loose, and sweaty,” and restore life’s intensity while showing where real hope might be found.

From “Only in Things”:

Some days, who can stare at swathes of sky,
leafage and bad-complected whale-gray streets,
tailpipes and smokestacks orating sepia exhaust,
or the smaller enthusiasms of pistil and mailbox key,
and not weep for the world’s darks on lights, lights on darks,
how its half-tones stay unchanged in their changings,
or how turning wheels and wind-trash and revolving doors
weave us into wakefulness or dump us into distraction?

Reviews:

“With language that’s as simple as it is musical, Di Piero sets dazzling moments amid plainsong.” The New York Times Book Review
“Di Piero’s poems throb with the intensity of urban life, buried anger, and old griefs that still ache.” San Francisco Chronicle 
“Di Piero hopes to evoke something of the true mystery of present and recalled experience, and his poems powerfully enact this desire.” The Philadelphia Inquirer