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| About the Book | |
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This is a poetic journal that reveals the inner turmoil in a disordered mind further fractured by betrayal and abandonment. The grief-stricken, autistic author struggles desperately to regain the small measure of sanity enjoyed before being blindsided by multiple injustices and significant losses. It is one deeply troubled man's journey through the long, dark tunnel of despair, depression and suicidal thoughts. This tortured yet thoughtful sufferer pulls no punches as he plumbs the depths of the traumatic events that ruled his life for eight years. The reader's sensibilities will be sweetly caressed, and violently assaulted by expressions of angst typically housed in the most unfortunate of souls. This book is meant to be a crutch for broken men and boys to lean on as they are battered by wave after wave of gut-wrenching grief. Within these pages the intuitive reader will sense the vulnerability and tenderness of an innocent child, and the vileness of a remorseless villain giving full vent to his rage. Those seeking a companion on a dark odyssey of unexpected grief, whether by happenstance or betrayal, will start and finish this book feeling like there was at least one witness to the heartless actions perpetrated against them. Any sad heart grieving the loss of its beloved will find some measure of comfort here. A few may even find the courage to let go of someone they treasured, so as to begin an unanticipated "second act" that could be as wonderful and amazing as the first. If you're in pain, and mature enough to calmly navigate the turbulent waters of unapologetic, masculine expression, then this book is for you.
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| About the Author | |
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The author is a crotchety, old curmudgeon who enjoys yelling "Get off my lawn!" to Generation-whatevers when they aren't even on it. When he's not harassing juveniles, he can be found enjoying sports, perusing thesauri, and letting random strangers know how much bigger the moon was when HE was a kid. ("You call that a moon?...WE had a moon!!") He's a “regular” guy who has been through quite a bit of stormy weather in his life. He loves to write poetry, helps as many people as possible, and despises injustice. |