This debut collection of poems is a revelation. Written by the poet with no thought to their commercial publication and discovered by happenstance by the publisher, these poems explore the highs and lows of everyday living with metaphors — “rosebuds stillborn in the falling snow” — that astonish the reader with their force and simplicity. Often disarming in their brevity, the poems in this collection — written to be read out loud — are a joy to the ear, crafted with carefully calibrated rhythms, innovative rhymes and a word choice that never fails to surprise. “Your tongue/ stiletto sharp/ finds its mark. You always know just where to cut.”   As the first poem in this collection warns, these poems barge right into your consciousness, uninvited guests.