Excerpt
(When first shown the darkness, I realized then
I had known it forever. For its chord vibrated
within me like the strings of a violin, and I wept
with it. In its all-wavering vast devour of my
fragile, melancholy brilliance, so I found myself for always
a beacon of Tortured Light.) ~ Susan Joyner-Stumpf
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.
