This is a collection of poems, a bit on the surreal side and not so surreal, too, taken on over the last ten years or so. I was interested in putting a few things together for readings and noticed that by doing those readings there emerged a few unshakable themes and images. It would seem that I had been working with them for a long time--my father used to tell me that the moon, when shaped a certain way, was a toenail that a giant clipped and it stuck in the sky. I believed him and I still do sometimes. The story stuck with me. Yeah, I know. When the poem Under a Toenail Moon was written it was meant simply as a stream of consciousness/ internal rhythm exercise, however, it oddly received nice responses from audiences. Also, I can never read the thing aloud and not choke up at some of the lines. I think that after a writer has read a poem for several years and can still stand the thing--well, it might be something that that writer, me in this case, should not give up on. It may be where the meaningless becomes meaningful or some rubbish like that. The book contains that poem as well as other poems described by many around Southwest and Central Oklahoma as "Off the wall," or "Surrealist."  Perhaps the poems are a bit experimental but I also hope they will be fun, sad, and meaningful, too.