Publisher's Synopsis
"hidden in the pocket of her heart's
chamber is a lamp for warmth.
comfort she discovers in a house
on the mystical planes of Barzakh...
the bridge,
in a dance with the sister of doom,
becoming a vivid lantern through
the act of falling on one's face,
time and again...
lovely signs,
as we borrow delicate hues from a
light upon light,
to shine back into the world like a
prism..."
"her abode is an empty street with
fog and flickering lights for company,
where spectres saunter and snicker at
the sight of her face.
a body ruined from languishing night after night
in search of the ideal door to knock on,
a meeting with phantoms...
to touch a memory,
or hold a moment,
colours from a previous life..."
