Poetry. Is a Kaputnik addicted to failing or a prophet of our kaputs to come ? In his 5th book of poems, Peter Jay Shippy uses talk--not as it escapes our lips--but as it's heard from inside our skulls, orbiting from ear to ear to ear. He leads us from a noir haunted movie palace to a mother grinding birds into powder and finally to an Ubu who removes his tinfoil crown to hail spring, Not a single UFO in the sky Peter Jay Shippy again delivers his signature humor and playfulness in the unforgettable KAPUTNIKS.