86 pages, $12.95, ISBN 978-0-9819891-5-0 

How better to give an idea of what Marszal's sensational work is like than to offer a taste or two of it? We can offer more detailed observations later--and we will, don't doubt it. For the moment, though, check out this stanza from the volume's title poem:

Moon, I caught you in my bathroom.
I was walking past, your silky fingers
were waiting on
the window sill.

Here's a guarantee: When you have the whole poem in your hands, and if you read carefully, with your eyes open and your mind waiting--what you'll discover by the end of this piece of verbal mastery is something you won't have expected or imagined.

A taste of "Silence: Part Two":

This is a silence
that civilization will harvest;
this is the quiet at the root of speech;
this is the presence at the founding of religion;
this is the silence of communion and all bodies.

A last taste, from "Friday's Rain: Wandering home through New York":

The city is a
goddess.
The hungry river chews
her shimmering white gown
of heavenly light; she wears
a crown of six or so stars.

On the street,

language is
carved like
steak.

I Am Not Dead is now available, a banquet infinitely greater than these small tastes can really suggest. Don't wait! Click the "Buy Now" button to order a copy! (Or, of course, go to any bookstore, either online or made out of brick and mortar—or out of any other suitable or conventional building materials.)