Hidden in the darkness, is a special place. A place where a painted on smile is meant to cover internal agony. A place where pain and heartache drown out the sparkle of a once vibrant soul. It's a place reserved for those attempting to disguise their fears with fake emotions and timid dreams... A place designated for those lost souls who believe they are Deceiving Eternity!
Steve Evans has been a gardener, bartender, gold prospector, mushroom farmer, social worker, librarian, and journalist. He lives in a small town in New Zealand, but writes books based in Europe. He has published Evilheart, The Kleiber Monster, Savonarola's Bones, Demented, The Russian Idea, Tobi's Game and Kaos. He dreams of a life in Europe.
I really enjoyed this book of poetry. The poems were well written and easy to follow. While I was reading the poems; I could feel how much heart and emotion that the author put worth in them. As for the selection of poems--there were a few poems that I could completely relate to and that is very important to me when I am reading poetry.
If I Die Tomorrow made me think deeply and reflect. Exploited Love made me think of all the hurt and hate that is in the world today. Memories #1 made me think of how my own past controls my future and still haunts me. You’ll Be There made me think of first loves and how their memory is always with us.
This was an excellent book and highly recommended!!!
How does a reader review a book of poetry? One way is by dealing with those poems written out of the writer's soul but which also touch the soul of the reader. Today I was accused by a Christian of being Godless, a part of a fraternity of Godless souls. When I read Exploited Love, dealing with how people treat each other, I remembered the words which brought me pain, and resolved not to enter into that fray again. How does a reader review a book filled with the emanations of the soul of the writer? By allowing those emanations to penetrate the mind and the sould of the reader So when I read the poem Snowblind, though I have never been addicted to a drug, I felt the pain of the addict, the pain of the need, the pain of the moment of knowing the necessity would come again. How does a reader review a book of poetry, a searching for hope, a memory of love lost, a cry to the loss of a human and the love of the human's dog which remained behind, a book containing despair, sadness, fear of death? By accepting the words, not for one's self, but as those of the writer's soul, the need of the writer to express his or her life. If we do that, we readers, then we have done the best review we could. This book is not filled with "great" poetry, ala Walt Whitman, but it is filled with the soul of the writer. That, in and of itself is enough for me to give it five st