This debut collection of poems is a revelation. Written by the poet with no thought to their commercial publication and discovered by happenstance by the publisher, these poems explore the highs and lows of everyday living with metaphors -- " rosebuds stillborn in the falling snow" -- that astonish the reader with their force and simplicity. Often disarming in their brevity, the poems in this collection -- written to be read out loud -- are a joy to the ear, crafted with carefully calibrated rhythms, innovative rhymes and a word choice that never fails to surprise. " Your tongue/ stiletto sharp/ finds its mark. You always know just where to cut." As the first poem in this collection warns, these poems barge right into your consciousness, uninvited guests.
This debut collection of poems is a revelation. Written by the poet with no thought to their commercial publication and discovered by happenstance by the publisher, these poems explore the highs and lows of everyday living with metaphors -- " rosebuds stillborn in the falling snow" -- that astonish the reader with their force and simplicity. Often disarming in their brevity, the poems in this collection -- written to be read out loud -- are a joy to the ear, crafted with carefully calibrated rhythms, innovative rhymes and a word choice that never fails to surprise. " Your tongue/ stiletto sharp/ finds its mark. You always know just where to cut." As the first poem in this collection warns, these poems barge right into your consciousness, uninvited guests.
