Dear Tiny Flowers
is book of poetry about a child saved by their own adult self, which is a salvation which is as unnecessary as it is impossible. It is a book about accidently squirting soap into a child's eye and then coaching them, and oneself, through the pain to be able to open the eye and see again. It is about the ghosts inside our landscape and the light inside despair. It is about puzzles and mirrors and the names we fit back together. It is about birds and flowers and worms and wasps. But the book is really about longing and a persistent belief that we will find belonging.