All the messiahs agree

"These twenty-four love poems and one haiku speak to deep stirrings in dull roots, a testament to hidden veins of truth running close to the bone. Falling in love in the middle of the journey of our lives, in a sharp and sometimes bitter spring, is a shocking thing. It is an unfurling in the rain and emergent soft sun; a bud needing nourishment and safe ground, so fragile under the constant danger of being crushed. There arises too that sense of...