Publisher's Synopsis
Poetry should move us, it should change us, it should glitch our brains, shift our moods to another frequency. Poetry should evoke feelings of melancholy, whimsy, it should remind us what it feels like to be in love, or cause us to think about something in a completely different way. Poetry, and all art really, is a temporary and fragile bridge between our world and a more pure and refined one. This is a world we could bring into creation if enough of us believed in it. This book is ephemera, destined to end up forgotten, lingering on some dusty shelf or tucked away in a dark attic. Yet the feelings the words evoke, they will live on in memory. I hope these words become a part of you, bubble up into your memory when you least expect them to, and make you feel a little more alive.
From Ephemera:
JUST BEFORE THE CITY WAKES
The city
hasn't quite woken
and the empty streets,
they don't
yet belong to us.
Facades gleam
in the stillness and
the slices of space
in between teem
with bathing birds,
squirrels and
rabbits feasting
in the golden hour.
Just before
the city wakes,
kitchen fans
begin to hum,
sweet and low,
spewing the scents
that will summon
the masses to
their feet.
What a gift this is
to witness such
a lovely freedom,
and to know
that nature
finds a way
to persist
in spite of us
and will be here
long after our last
edifice fades away.
EVW
