2009
$8
72pages
Winter doesn't care what your name is. Yea, you want to steal that line don't you? Go ahead. There are perfect lines to spare in Kevin Estrada's poetry collection of said title. If winter doesn't care what your name is it especially doesn't care in New York, (the city in which these poems occupy chilly bedrooms and dog boarding facilities). Kevin's New York is one of mid-town cup shakers and love starved commuters window shopping for the human experience.
They honor the incompassionate season, paying quiet tribute to it through the tense shoulders and knitted caps of a solitary midnight walk through a wind tunnel of skyscrapers, jutting up like Moses' Red Sea.
If you haven't read anything by Kevin Estrada, this is as a good a place to start as any.
