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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
A collection of poems about family, inner perceptions, relationships, and friends. As the author says in the poem:
…Read books with words dark as rained-on grass, tree trunks, blacktop, clothes sucking up to skin. Each word slides like mascara. The water on my cheek, pressing down my hair, hanging like spiders from my eyelashes - these are all part of the book, the part that makes it worth reading. Let these be the last lines you write - not a suicide note, but as final as one. Beware the greed good poetry breeds, greed for more and more verse. Soon you won’t get through the day without a shot.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
A collection of poems about family, inner perceptions, relationships, and friends. As the author says in the poem:
…Read books with words dark as rained-on grass, tree trunks, blacktop, clothes sucking up to skin. Each word slides like mascara. The water on my cheek, pressing down my hair, hanging like spiders from my eyelashes - these are all part of the book, the part that makes it worth reading. Let these be the last lines you write - not a suicide note, but as final as one. Beware the greed good poetry breeds, greed for more and more verse. Soon you won’t get through the day without a shot.