Tuesday, December 10, 2013

What Lies Ahead by Ed Krizek

What Lies Ahead is a collection of reflections on living in the world and the events which influence who we are and what we become.  The collection incorporates past and present events and gives them voice.  The uncertainty with which we live as well as the paths that have been abandoned and pursued are highlighted in these poems.

Read a review from Patricia A. Laster of Calliope on the Web

About the Author:

Ed Krizek was born in New York City and now runs a sales and marketing business in Swarthmore, PA, a suburb of Philadelphia.  He holds a BA and MS from University of Pennsylvania, and an MBA and MPH from Columbia University.  He is a member of the Unitarian Universalist Church of Delaware County, has published over fifty-five articles, poems and short stories in various publications, and won prizes in several poetry and short story competitions.  You can see more of his work at www.edkrizekwriting.com.


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  1. BOOK REVIEW: ED KRIZEK’S “What Lies Ahead”
    Patricia A. Laster

    Poetry gives us tools for remembering: a review
    Robert Frost’s “Hyla Brook,” tells how memory conditions our view of what we care about.
    After 20 poems based on memories is Ed Krizek’s title poem, “What Lies Ahead.” After memories must come . . . the road to the future.
    “Looking ahead,” he writes, “I’m not sure/ if I see a two-tailed demon/ or just a youngster/ flying a kite/ in a summer breeze. / It floats in the air like a dancer.”
    Krizek’s free verse collection is full of poetic devices:
    -- Alliteration: “…sharks/ shadows/ shallows…,”; “…feels frightened at night on a Florida beach…”; “… angst spent/ in their acquisition.”; “…decaying remnants/ of remembrance.”
    --Assonance: “…carelessly thrown stone…”; “…wisps in the pit…,”
    --His use of the senses keeps us in the moment. “…overripe peach fermenting on the tongue.”; “She rises/in your thoughts like hot steam…”; “…the sounds and smells of the boardwalk tickles my brain.”
    --And similes abound in this short work--another sign of a craftsman. “Recollections fall out of life like dust …”; “…will float away/ like a burnt offering/ to the gods.”; “…rise and fall, like swells in some great ocean.”
    --Inner rhyme appears in My Father’s Wake: “…the fall/ that broke his neck. / I recall… ”
    --Savor the wide-ranging subjects and you’re likely to discover memories of your own. I did.
    --Pat Laster