awake in sand - poetic suites

All of these poems were written in one of life’s hinge-moments, when change overwhelms certainty. Some are poems of surrender, some of resistance; some are curses, and some are blessings. The poems begin in the trauma of a present moment, but they soon dive deep into days past, inhabiting abandoned houses, gazing through vanished windows, holding orphaned objects. And although they are among the most autobiographical this poet has ever written, they’re also explicitly self-effacing. Let’s be honest, worlds disappear-outer worlds collapse, inner worlds dissolve, we are future dust and silence. This is an hourglass of a book, then-a book of dwindling echoes. Its true author is Time-and its nominal author, R. Nemo Hill, is but Time’s hard-working scribe, burning his ever-dwindling supply of midnight oil.