Publisher's Synopsis
I won't persuade you from whatever you believe or hope.
I can't help you with your exquisite pain or panic.
I'm not sure my musings will lead you to the stars.
The patterned drumming of my heated conversations
May not provide a recess from your chaos.
If you are chasing dreams,
Dashing down rivers of the soul,
Standing still at the bottom of mountains
You must climb
My words are inside out .
My prayers are fervent but missing redemption.
My paragraphs are flashlight beams
On twisted roads teaching how to get up again.
I won't persuade you from your travels
But you may find good conversations.
