That sums it up. An active segment of time, 2022-2025, a couple of publications, etc….I PROMISED I WOULDN’T DO THIS TO MYSELF….if no This collection runs the gamut of dread, boredom, quiet, rage, and disappointment. They are, for the most part, deep dives in the shallow pool of existence and philosophy. For the most part, these poems have appeared in other outlets and publications, so it’s like they are collected into the fuselage of an airplane for one final reunion. But that plane flips on the runway. Don’t worry, they all survive.