Don't worry about the book's cover, it won't run over the spine as pictured, as only softcover is available
My heart and soul has gone into the writing, editing, and formatting of this 'Final Cut' anthology.
Selected from several full-to-the-brim books, dating back to 2005, the poems here are what I consider to be the definitive collection, and I was often pleasantly surprised at some of even the earliest works.
I have been flattered, and criticised, over the years, and both have served as great motivation for the editing and re-editing of my work. But as for the content? Some of it's fanciful, some philosophical, some woeful, joyful, full of love or desire, but all of it born in the never-regions of an over-active imagination.
Thank you for even reading this far, and I hope that means you'll be interested enough to look a little further. It's here for the taking; my every love and loss and fleeting thought, offered to you in rhythm n' rhyme, and netted in pages beneath the cover of my long-lost admiration.
Exposed, but empowered, I hope there are many a line in here to which you can relate, and find solace in, just as I have, through these many growing years.
"The cruel, the kind,
the both we'll find,
and both are ours to keep."
I find poetry an easy form of catharsis, helping to channel my overspilling thoughts through this creative medium. But I don't find myself writing as frequently as I used to (one a day was the norm!) I have many times said that I will write a novel, but the sad truth remains that I haven't the time or patience to work on such a project. If I were to write a novel, I'd want to completely lose myself in it, put everything else in life on hold; in fact, I actually believe this would be necessary, were I ever to complete it. But with poetry, I can dip in and out, tweaking here n there. I can see the beginning, the middle, the end... Here's how I see it: A novelist is to an architect as a poet is to a sculptor. I'd rather take a hunk outta my imagination, and craft it into something worthy of the page. To create it from the bottom up, as it were, is a whole different ball game. And had I the stamina, I'd happily take to the field.
Roots Publicado 28 de julio de 2015