Blood Sun

Imagine living in a place where the only daylight is a hallway of recessed bulbs, where clouds gathering are but shadows looming, and the songs of birds, the muffled sounds of insanity lurking. Then imagine the nights - the quiet hours that open the hearts of wounded souls, set fire to thought and deed, braid nightmare and dream into single strands of despair, and above all, scream loneliness, a sound without equal.

Blood Sun is a book of poetry written from such a place, at such an hour.

The imagery is powerful, the words poignant, the book, a wonderful display of writing.