Little Human Relics

The poems in LITTLE HUMAN RELICS weave through various notions of home: a family farm the mythic backdrop of Bavaria a cityscape of urban noise and expectations and quiet interiors of domestic life. Whether overhearing a lament about marriage at a nail salon or standing vigil over the grave of a newly-buried horse these poems invite readers to step over the pages threshold into a kitchen... a gothic cathedral... a lovers bed. These poems celebrate the ways in which devotion elevates all things in ones life to a position of reverence; a poem which marvels at the brutality of religious relics is placed alongside one which depicts the mending of a childs nightgown and both the religious veneration and a small act of love inspire equal awe. As the title suggests these poems are carefully captured moments that may have flown past but instead are a constellation of objects events and characters which hold emotional truth and stark beauty. Like relics they exist to both conjure memory as well as teach readers a little bit more about what it means to be human.