by Andrew Scott Turner
I will confess, first that I “know” Andrew Turner – at least on Facebook. I don’t even remember how we connected, but for a couple of years now I’ve been continually moved by what he writes, both on Facebook and on his blog, Six Theories.
I will also confess that I’m not a huge fan of poetry. I can appreciate the artistry of it, but it’s not typically a genre I’m drawn to.
So, what did I think of a collection of poems written by a guy whose writing I love? In a word (or three): I loved it.
Deeply personal and contemplative, Andrew Turner taps into his own experiences and observations, and puts them into words that resonate with the human condition. The sparse prose of this gorgeous little book touches on grief and longing, love, hope, and melancholy. What comes through most of all is his devotion to his family. This man has a way with words.
I hope he writes more, because I’ll read anything he writes.