“These contemplative poems are simple in construct and profound in impact as the poet’s world is tempered through eyes of his adult self. The poems grow slowly more philosophical: the dazed fly crawling on a window pane becomes a metaphor for his father, a caged bird a metaphor for the writer. You will nod, you will shake your head, you will smile, and you will return to these poems again.

Ann Howells, Editor of Illya’s Honey