Deus Meus is a strange and soulful debut-a poetry collection that whispers, weeps, and occasionally punches you in the gut when you least expect it.
Sermont writes with the honesty of a man talking to God at 3 a.m. and the sly grin of someone who knows you're listening. These poems unravel themes of faith, forgiveness, loneliness, and longing with a voice that's both new and ancient. You'll find prayers disguised as poems. Love letters to no one. And a strange little light flickering between the lines.
The book contains odd, wonderful author notes that offer a glimpse into the cracked mirror these poems crawled out of. It's beautiful, it's weird, and somehow, it all makes sense. And if that wasn't enough the paperback edition features soft, haunting charcoal illustrations to compliment the poems inside.
A taste from within:
What I Mean When I Say I'm Tired
I don't mean I want to sleep.
I mean I want to disappear for a while.
To be rain on a stranger's roof.
To be smoke rising from someone else's fire..