I always the the open page the blank white space pace created by whiteness blankness openness. The Edge of tomorrow reconstructs previous works rewrites them represents them along with new work in a way that I call syntactical.
This is the eighth book of poetry in this year long blitz. I know I went somewhere else the Edge of tomorrow when my wife Amy said she couldn't read anymore because of the tears in her eyes.
That's enough for me. When added to the cancer surviving sister Pati whose demise made me undertake this project there is nothing to compete.