Circus

A collection of gleeful nonsense verse that tumble, romp, and refuse to behave. Ranck's circus is a place where logic takes a holiday and language throws off its manners, resulting in verses that zigzag between the absurd and the delightful. Written with the kind of reckless joy that knows it shouldn't exist but does anyway, these poems embrace pure wordplay over meaning, sound over sense. The circus becomes both setting and metaphor: colorful, chaotic, and deliberately unmoored from consequence. Ranck approaches his nonsense with winking self-awareness, acknowledging the foolishness while plunging forward with infectious enthusiasm. For readers who tire of poetry that insists on meaning something, this offers the rare pleasure of words having fun for their own sake. It's verse as confetti, as fireworks, as the momentary escape of a traveling show arriving without warning in a quiet town.