Migration Ballads embraces the reader with a symphony of natural sound which purifies the inner world. It is the poet, gusts of wind from the Taurus Mountains, days and nights spreading out and a harvest of dreams. Happily, it is the sea bitten off and kissed by the moon. It is the color of death. And it is as if you could listen to all of this in the distilled voice of an old timer, or from the heavenly host of the mountains themselves.
Umit Sariaslan, poet, writer, critic, Turkey
Vivid, engaging poems These poems take you many places, visually, tactilely, and emotionally.
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