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This is my third collection of poetry, mired in the middle aged (and over) struggles as life keeps inventing new stuff to throw at me and I flail about wildly, unable to handle it.
The words collected here were written because they were a necessity at the time. For each occasion, they fulfilled a specific and sometimes different purpose: reflect on a relationship, engage in a new one, or mourn a lost one. Sometime the necessity was out of duty towards those who were left behind, or to share a happy or sad experience, or trying to master and anticipate those experiences. Relationships are at the core of these writings. The relationships could be at the individual level, familial, communal, at a national level or even broader. They could also involve multiple levels. Over many years, these writings were stored as we collect memories, as souvenirs collect dust. Until, one day, I started dusting off those real or imagined memories. They were gathered and they met in this collection. And then, they started talking to each other, communicating without any control, like a Golem escaping his creator.
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