"Fire ies at dawn. . .
Winged essences, charred bodies still on re."

This evocative poetry-essay collection issues a call for a renewed embracement of the reader's own expressive "self." We've each a persona to hear --- a voice to resonate through silences of night and the noises of everyday. Life is a mystery hard to crack. We bang it like a door and strum it like a lyre until it opens some new "portal" through which the voice can authentically sound-out the "truths" of being human. That's the happening of this book.

Altarpieces have always been artistic creations to conceive...

"Fire ies at dawn. . .
Winged essences, charred bodies still on re."

This evocative poetry-essay collection issues a call for a renewed embracement of the reader's own expressive "self." We've each a persona to hear --- a voice to resonate through silences of night and the noises of everyday. Life is a mystery hard to crack. We bang it like a door and strum it like a lyre until it opens some new "portal" through which the voice can authentically sound-out the "truths" of being human. That's the happening of this book.

Altarpieces have always been artistic creations to conceive...