Perhaps one of the most unabashedly engaging collections to be found, poems that would address the reader by name if they could.
To open this book is to step into the long abandoned house of poetry; the creaking of the first page, the propriety of its contents, and a voice echoing from within that, as it turns out, would rather play than pontificate, that would rather make a friend than an audience, that would rather hatch an escape plan than talk about which one of us is doing the haunting.