The Resting AcrobatsMau Baiocco From left to right the painting is a sentence with a clown dropped in the middle: will the child grow up to be the clown or the acrobat? An imaginative exercise in the elasticity of ekphrasis, The Resting Acrobats launches, bounces and leaps through lyric space. The poems are shifting and iridescent town squares created for the voices of those in injustice: fuel shortages, impoverished thirst, broken utopias those who lack are given