There is so much to this continuance that we know as life. So much about it leaves us in a state of survival, merely trying to get from one day to the next. Often times, with little to no room for the thought of truly living. Life, true living, is found in the chain of moments and collective memories that breathe us into existence. Not the monotony of routine and daily responsibility, but in the pockets of experience that are happening in-between. It is in these moments, be it the extraordinary or the mundane, that we truly exist. Here, in the areas outside of it all, we truly begin to feel. It is that feeling, the love, joy, frustration, anger, and even sadness, that make us sentient. That make us human. It is when we feel that we truly exist. This latest chapbook of poetry by Dre Hill aims to examine and explore these moments and the feelings existing in their margins.
