We have to escape while we can.
I'm trying to remember you--quick,
now you try to remember me.
With sheer wit and keen observation, Dobby Gibson's Skirmish
puts into conflict the private and public self, civil disobedience and civic engagement, fortunes told and fortunes made. These poems imaginatively, sometimes manically, move from perception to perception with the speed of a mind forced moment to moment to make sense of distant war and local unrest, global misjudgment and suspicious next-door neighbors, the splice-cuts of the media and the gliding leaves on the Mississippi River.