Dacite, Darkness, and Divinities Dialogue (Poetry in the mourn/morn)

You will quickly realize that there are many layers to Angie's writing and, as a reader, if you really want to dive into the emotional variety of her words, that's impossible to get by reading one or two pieces. If you're discovering her for the first time through this book, you are likely to go on a binge read in the beginning in a curious exploration of her versatility, as I once did. Getting to know her softness, her toughness and the wide spectrum in between is being able to see her in the words she writes; a unique gift I treasure of knowing her both as a writer but also as someone very dear to my heart.

'Siren', one of the early pieces in this book, is, in my mind, a classic representation of Angela as a person, a dreamer and a writer. The opening lines of the piece throw the reader, unhesitatingly, into roiling agony and devastation.

"That day I threw away the key. in a drunken haze of rage. Destroyed by you-I lay on the floor.

I ask myself, How did our love turn to hate?"

You are then taken on a journey that is replete with unmissable flairs of poetic brilliance in lines like "A month lost without the algorithm to speak" and "My looking glass was shattered from the lucid ambiance of heart's end."

And before long, this piece becomes a smoothly told narrative of courage and resurrection in the face of despair and defeat.

"I will not allow love to be a weakness.

...I will never fear that which is endless.

Let the darkness you cast upon me, burn... burn... and cleanse away the impure.

For I will continue to believe, in the magic of happiness..."

While this will feel like a familiar plotline, it is the charisma of Angela's narrative and her ability to pull the reader into her world- that will envelop you as the reader.