If my soul were a country - Gordon Purkis - Bog

These poems resonate with pain and grief but with an almost unbearable light shining through. The narrator 'wounds and stabs' Kafka like with his unflinching honesty and his ability to look our deeply human chaos in the eye and hold steady. These are the words of a true poet-- one who is desperate to find the place where his soul can claim citizenship while remaining open to the possibility of finding a way to be at home in this world where he 'wants to be free but without the running'. -Linda King