Soham Patel follows no rules in this collection of poetry. Topics varying from time and space to identity make a name for themselves throughout this text. Each poem follows a spatial form that can only be compared to Dickinson. To follow Patel’s imagination, readers are left hanging on to every word.
“At one time you believed the stars were cousins to dog howls that the wind in the leaves is what gives birth to car horns sounding on the horizon” (Patel 40).
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