Time Billionaire

<p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>In KG Newman's fifth collection of poems </strong><strong style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)><em>Time Billionaire</em></strong><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)> is simultaneously in reverence of and at war with the clock. The book examines how time is our most important asset and through the lenses of self-identity love fatherhood and the finite nature of being how the memories we develop ultimately are our most precious commodity.</strong></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>This collection is a counter-balance to smartphones the fleeting feelings brought by our technology-driven lives and the impermanence of our closest relationships. It is the bottling of the alpenglow as sons outgrow gloves. Each poem presents a penny for every second left and those pennies stack up into an infinite oil rig jacked up way out in the ocean. Because when everything feels like a jumping hour it's only natural to take our watches apart and hide their pieces around the house. It only feels right to drink the clepsydras dry.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>In his effort to balance time and memory and become a seed and the sun at once Newman finds the wives we almost lost and they're putting on lipstick again. He harnesses an hourglass on a string spinning in the wind. He recognizes the grandfather clock as an elegant weapon while concurrently putting the atomic clock in a half-nelson as he waits for a bird to fly by so he can turn it back into a fledgling.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>This book in its essence is the place to save the prior minute's version of oneself and everything that's held dear: Pennies as memories scattered in a mirage off in the distance and if you squint long and hard enough they take the shape of a sequoia. It is a must-read for anyone who through love and loss and a pure willpower to seep in beautiful small moments lives a full existence to the creeping background sounds of a requiem score.</span></p><p><br></p>