"Reading Al Ferber poems, one has to be ready for a trip of chutes and
ladders because he's nothing if not energetic.
You'll find yourself running after the train and waving your ticket, only
to find it's already left the station, hellbound and whooping.
Al waits for no one to catch up: it's "hang on" and enjoy the ride. Al's
like jazz. He gets your foot tapping and you begin to want more and more
riffs, more floor to dance, more grins to grin.
And you can't read just one.
You let his poetry claim you.
You slip on the back of the horse,
and let the sucker fly
Karen Dabkowsky Editor, Blue House Magazine
