Heartfelt and full of longing, Spinning Compass, unofficially subtitled “Poems for the Lost”, cross-examines the impact a disruption of familial lines has on the formation of identity. The central question the collection asks itself is “what does it take to keep moving forward, even when you cannot articulate where you have been?” What sort of journey can find a destination that did not have a beginning, and what does that mean for the ending?

 

The poetry of Spinning Compass is for anyone who has ever felt cut adrift from their past; bottled up their loss and longing deep in their chest. It is for those who have yet to decide whether they want to risk getting mud on their boots, or if they will simply wait for the wave to crash over them.