Poised between thoughts of mortality and an exquisite taste for the most tender, small details of life, the poems in Nostalgia for Moving Parts are whimsical, quirky, and resonant with memory.
Deeply grounded in the rainy mists and green reeds of the Canadian west coast, solitude becomes a spiritual practice transmuting loneliness and loss into grand appreciations for the gift of childhood and the untravelled road ahead.
