“Book Descriptions: Poems are seeds planted in the mind’s mud, buried and forgotten, biding their time. Only to burst out unbeckoned, like wildflowers after a storm. When they do, they pause time and break it open. Like Cohen's crack in everything, through which the light pours. Those that flower are not just tiny autobiographies; they are born out of empathy and the intimacy of shared solitude, experiences and conversations.
Poetry books aren’t always coherent. This collection however unfolds like a map to the secrets of our world and its people, in three distinct sections held together by a fragile thread of beauty. The stasis and ennui of the first section melds into the stifling claustrophobia and endlessness of the second; only to be swept away by the churn and hope of the third.” DRIVE