Follett, Rich

How can one not fall in love with an anthology that begins with a quote by Jim Morrison, quoting Blake? At times whimsical, at times surreal, this collection runs the gamut of human emotions, indulge the senses, beg to be worn like sin, " a hidden treasure, aching to be discovered." Like "a siren ripping through a quiet night," they speak of a "voluptuous Geoid" where your "pineal gland spins freely" in "the eternal weather of almighty passion" and no rules apply. Stripped of the ghosts they wear, they command, demand attention. The reader is "rocked wildly beneath the weight of healing waters...