Cyrus Parker

It’s hard and feels strangely wrong to critique poetry.

As a poet I know the personal and deep intricate soulful detail that go into a piece. I find it, then, quite twisted to “review” a poetry collection.

This, though, I wanted to just write about a little.

Cyrus Parker lets his tears and his heart fall onto page after page as he exorcises demons and finds solace. It’s a personal description of a journey, and brings a hope to it’s darkness.

Great.