Night Sky with Exit Wounds

These poems contain a lot: violence, softness, darkness, and light rinse through the pages in an emotional dirge. They deal with trauma experienced and inherited, a burning of homeland and a loss of place, a struggle with identity, loss, physicality, and love. There were some beautiful lines that I will keep with me, e.g.: “Stars. Or rather, the drains of heaven – waiting. Little holes. Little centuries opening just long enough to slip through”; “How sweet. That rain. How something that lives to fall can be nothing but sweet.” But, there weren't any full poems that really knocked me out, just moments.