I woke up to words today

<p>What if every moment in our lives existed forever - breathing fiercely inside of the coordinates they occurred in? In Daniella Deutsch's world they do.</p><p> </p><p>In her grand yet deeply personal and grounded second book Deutsch delves into what she has termed geographical poetry. She defines not the New York City but her New York City. Whether it is the room where a profound piece of art hung and captured her heart the highway where she fell madly in love or the corner she passes every morning without fail she views the crosswalks as companions and the buildings as protectors. Deutsch paints the city as a playground of striking solitude yet also a place rampant with human connection. Deutsch claims the city as both her greatest love affair and also a mother figure - forgiving healing and unconditional.  </p><p> </p><p>Deutsch's poems mirror the city buildings: dense at a first glance yet filled with breath and candid honesty on a closer look. On a map every detail matters and Deutsch has chosen to share with her readers the most intimate coordinates of her life thus far. Weaving together her story with both the magic of her closest relationships and the city's strangers Deutsch inspires us to reflect on our New York whatever wherever and whenever that may be. She does not fail to leave us wondering what coordinates take us home?</p><p><br></p>