Aeons Past the First Hour

The poems contained in this volume resound with dark Baudelairean passion, and echoes of Crowley’s pagan pæans, yet they are unique to Ms. Alexander’s eclectic and mystical style. The ‘wandering ghost’ has shown us her many faces here. They appear in the flames of watch-fires, the dappled rays of moonlight falling on ancient ruins, and the fragrant smoke of incense curling on the night breeze - evoking the passage of a soul in flux.