Accounts of love, and tense fables of heartache interleave with a syntax of isolation - this is a coded diary of both real and imagined memories. Stephen is a poet and visual artist from Bermondsey, South East London. In this book he presents a first collection of poetry and prints.
After reading the very first poem of this collection - which I didn't like - I feared I would end up not liking the book as a whole, but luckily that wasn't the case. Not every poem connected with me, but even those that didn't weren't bad per se. They just weren't my cup of tea. And than we got some that were just: Yes. I don't think I can describe it in any other way. The language and the play with words, symbols and metaphors was great and the art that was part of some of the poems was just great. Especcially that very first poem that was given an artpiece. It made me stop, go over the poem again and love it even more than before. There isn't much more that I want to say besides: I liked it.