The joke used to go, “Wiser Pills: take just one and you’ll be wiser,” as the cynical victimizer offered a rabbit raisin to the callow youth. From rabbit raisins to psychedelics, the edict of better living through chemistry had Sixties boomer kids dropping this, smoking that, snorting something else, or poking it directly into their veins to grow taller, get smaller… . Join poet Richard Stevenson on his own exploration of the rabbit warren of consciousness from childhood rites of passage, through dumb jobs, to middle age complacency as the perimeter of that age-old symbol of acquisitiveness, the immaculate lawn, grows smaller and smaller and the poet’s wry grin grows wider….
About the author
Richard Stevenson was born in 1952 in Victoria, British Columbia. A prolific writer, Richard has published twelve collections of poetry (including Why Were All the Werewolves Men? (Thistledown, 1994), and Nothing Definite Yeti (Ekstasis Editions, 1999)) and four poetry chapbooks. Richard won the 1994 Stephan G. Stephansson Award for From the Mouths of Angels (Ekstasis, 1993). He is also the co-founder of Naked Ear, a poetry-jazz performance ensemble.