When sleep just won't come and imagination runs wild, a storm of voices sometimes finds us in the middle of the night. Light and shadow determine whether we are inspired by our dreams or haunted by them. Memories creep in and we either see more of ourselves or we catch a glimpse of someone (or something) else. With phrases like "bone-splintered skin,", "dreams unfurling like paper airplanes," "sleep chews then swallows, savoring each bite," and "she dances beneath the skin of my memories," these poems reveal a love affair with language as words paint portraits on the page. This collection showcases a mind unleashed and what it can create in the dark.