The first poem I wrote was about how leaves in the Autumn disappeared from the trees and I wasn't sure where they then went. The poems in this book are sort of like those leaves expect this time I've gathered them all together in one place. It is a collection of slowness, words written on postcards and on backs of receipts. They are sharp intakes of air when you're waiting at a bus stop in winter and you feel like a dragon because you can see your own breath. A snapshot of who I was in these moments and what I was becoming. This my collection of slowness and I hope you enjoy it.
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