Color of My Living Heart

The rough and tumble prose and life of Floyd Salas gives body and guts to these poems of love and desperation. Here, the seasoned boxer, street dude, ex-hippy and expachuco bares his heart in a genre all but forgotten by today's skeptic and minimalist poets. What Salas has not dared display in his muscular prose works, is here throbbing, uncompromising, vulnerable and raw. Partake of this and once again confirm your faith in that old adage, It is better to have loved and lost...