Head Full of Whispers

"Whispers. You must have heard that? Closer now, clearer. Things I must repeat, amplify. My head's full of them." So are these whispers about people, places and myself that have taken shape and floated to the surface of my consciousness in a collection of poems which will move you to uncomfortable extremes at times, grant you space to think and may even, if you are lucky, turn back into whispers for you to keep. These are no shapeless dreams which have wandered past. They have been nurtured and guided such that every word has been placed carefully in a mosaic to not just tell a story but give itself, generously, to the reader as a gift. The challenge does not come in reading or even in understanding these whispers, the challenge comes in the willingness of the reader to hold them, engage them and keep them close enough to take them forward. The question mark will be who the reader might become if they accept the whispers as their own. "Things I must repeat, amplify. My head's full of them."