This collection is beautiful. Prose laced with haiku to conjure small snippets of life. It takes such eloquence to offer up a scene with so few words, but Hazel does just that. By the fifth syllable, you’re there, in the setting where the author is, by the last syllable you feel like you’re no longer in your own life but in his. You go through days, months even, in this other life throughout this book, catching small scenes in the way memory works—tiny glimpses of visualization.
I highly recommend “Sipping Red” by William Hazel for those looking for a break from your own life to enter another’s.