Description

H Soto writes that after he was five "what I knew best was at walk out." In this vibrant assortment of brief documents, Soto takes his audience into a ground level perspective, resreating in vibrant detail the sights, sounds, scents, and textures he knew growing up in his Fresno, California, community. The "issues" of his boyhood connect everything together: his Buddha "splotched with platinum," the faucets of his sneakers and the "motors of sparks that resided beneath my bottoms," his used tennies sensing of "summer lawn, concrete, the damp sock inhaling the beat of basesall." The kid's world is composed of small things--small, extremely important things.