A few years ago I lost my photographs. It touched me deeply, because these were the memories of my life. Moments with family and friends captured on paper. Physical evidence that I existed in the world, and was connected to people. Photographs showed that I loved, laughed, cried. They celebrated my achievements, failures, and even the mundane. They testified of who I was, where I’ve been, and where I am now.
At times they were vibrant and bold, colourful banter of laughter and fun. Or grave black and white scenes, pressed deeply into the paper, and my heart. As I selected the poems for this collection, I realized that they were like my photographs. Each one a snapshot of me at a particular moment in time.