In a hutong alley in a courtyard house, a siheyuan,
a Chinese man with a singing bird in a cage
sees the pigeons fly from the neighbour's dovecote
to the Summer Palace's Kunming Lake.
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
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