You know this feeling. You just haven't seen it written down yet.
A monitor glowing in an empty office. A kiss that tastes like bitter chocolate. The sea, always just out of reach.
Cold July is a poetry collection for people who watch the world carefully and say very little about it - until now someone has said it for them. Forty-seven poems that move between corporate numbness and surrealist longing, between urban disconnection and the strange, stubborn persistence of desire.
This is not poetry that announces itself. It arrives sideways. It sits with you afterward.
For readers of: Mark Strand - Charles Bukowski - Ocean Vuong
Cold July. The tide is coming in.