INFINITE MONKEYS, Williamson’s latest canvas of prose, waxes poetically on the days after the 2001 terrorist attacks in America that left us feeling violated and vulnerable, gardening, painting, relationships and the craft of writing itself. As always his work is stripped naked of pretense and punctuation but clothed with astute introspections leaving the reader in a state of what is, what could be and what never was. A man in a checkout line swears he’s going to eat pork every day for a month. Another leaves a woman to go back to the garden he’s tending in the sand. An old man on a balcony watching life passing by as young girls play volleyball below. A couple having a family night out with their children at a pool hall is just a few of the snippets of life Williamson captures in his latest book. INFINITE MONKEYS is timeless prose by a seasoned poet.
