I've read every page, but I won't be done with this collection for a long time
Each of these poems would've been lovely, provocative standalone art. Strung together in the rolling, building, eye-opening narrative that is this book, they detail an emotional journey laced with mysterious themes. Bookended by the candid, inspiring prologue and epilogue, they become the pieces of a human with a message to share. It isn't often one gets to sample works from all different times in an artist's life, and even rarer in chronological order. To be able to watch and feel as a relatable, expressive human being push through, process, and progress through life in this form was such a gift.
From a young age, my father went through bout after bout of cancer and eventually we lost him when I was eleven. I didn't want to burden my grieving family members with my own grief, so I turned to writing as my coping mechanism, starting with poems and lyrics and then falling into whole alternate universes where I could put myself in the shoes of a powerful adventurer and leave my own world behind.
In this, I could identify with the writer's journey, and I knew how each of these poems was a shard of a much bigger life, a window into what was going on. And in closing, I offer my greatest compliment: this writing often made me set down the book so I too could write. To me, the best art is the art that inspires more art. Thank you, Amanda, for sharing. I came away from these stanzas feeling like I gained an understanding friend.