Description of the Book :
 
This assemblage holds alternate pieces of poetry as if in a conversation. With an I and a you, not making an us, this journey is personal to the reader but at the same time inhibits any kind of connection. There is a sense of loss. Pain is the only truth- no matter how massive it is. Some of these poetry will end or begin with a question. You don’t have to answer them. You just need to….live through them. No matter how big or small your origin of grief is, it still matters. The connection between someone who is a stranger to you is fleeting and with this transient memory, this assemblage will bring a certain sense of loss, a loss that seems adequate in all of its capacities. This stranger could be someone whom you met on a train, in a cafe or someone who peeks at you when your sodden self goes wary of itself. Through my poetry I have always wanted that the reader feels at home- a home that is both- maddening and pleasing.