express our bewilderment at life and then describe that portion of the frustration that comes from wanting community and connection with others, despite our fear of rejection and isolation and ridicule.

At a more superficial level the poems explore the cyclical nature of life, death and the relationships we forge in between. The verses are exuberant, morose, quizzical and at times inconclusive. If somehow the book could be attached to its beginning like some sort of Mobius strip, it would better signify the "conclusion" which I wanted it to suggest. Also at the surface there exists a heavy dose of playfulness. I love words. They fascinate me like a child with building blocks. I like juxtaposing their sounds, their lyrical nature in combination and their visual imprint with and against each other.

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