Bum Knees and Grieving Sunsets

<p>This book is what the sun would say if it were to take a deep breath while looking down on humanity and then shining a spotlight on its exhalation. It's where we ask if getting older is simply our rite of passage or a record of our passages we write. It's the soundtrack of bones learning to listen to the creak as we move from one part of life into another and the wisdom that can only be obtained through the missteps. This book is the snagged line drive we thought would be a hit and how we handle the next at-bat. This book demands justice and rallies against oppression. This book of poems chronicles the leaps of faith we take careful not to leave out the landing.</p>