“...they will say grace for what is second-rate—
thanks, like secrets, the art of leaving the right parts unsaid.”
— Michael Miller
It’s a very strange coincidence that I read this book on a Tuesday, considering how often the mentions of “Tuesdays” is throughout this perfectly ethereal book.
Angels in Seven is a very unique collection of poetry that I almost cannot quite pinpoint. It elicits this haze-laced longing deep in the soul. It breathes in life to places that once lived and creates pictures that used to be blurry but are now coming back into focus.