The Perfect Hour

These seventeen poems bespeak a lifetime of growth and pain. Blas Falconer writes of family and friends, of travel and home. But mostly he writes, from deep within his heart, of living as a gay man in a hetero world. For him, the "perfect hour" is a time when nothing should be changed, not even the length of that hour. For him, whether he’s writing about his mother, his grandmother, or a rather unusual child, the issue is always, "Love them, love them."