Publisher's Synopsis
Perfectly bound by the Crispy Ink Muse herself, captured stills of vibrance and fleeting dried inklings: Summer caught chicken pox, smoldering bone revealed betrayal, tickets purchased for a ghostly ride, seafaring gents made in brine, a tiny ballerina danced at trinkets kept, indomitable spirit plucked heart chords, Spring garden delight held tranquility and fright. Poetry expressed tacked glimpses pressed upon aged musings, forever bled ink fingertips. Blessed be the poets. Ones who painted portraits when words passed to sighs and wrote till their pen dried.
