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Published by Central Avenue Poetry
Distributed by Simon & Schuster
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About The Book
A powerful exploration of the diverse manifestations of “home”, extending beyond its mere physicality, through topics such as womanhood, spirituality, and immigration.
Explore the multifaceted concept of "home" through Kaur's evocative poetry. Journey beyond its physical confines to discover its emotional and psychological depths, touching on themes like immigration, womanhood, and spirituality.
Encounter narratives of loss, rediscovery, and healing that resonate with the human experience. With rich language and imagery, this collection offers fresh perspectives, inviting readers to reconsider their understanding of what it means to feel at home.
Explore the multifaceted concept of "home" through Kaur's evocative poetry. Journey beyond its physical confines to discover its emotional and psychological depths, touching on themes like immigration, womanhood, and spirituality.
Encounter narratives of loss, rediscovery, and healing that resonate with the human experience. With rich language and imagery, this collection offers fresh perspectives, inviting readers to reconsider their understanding of what it means to feel at home.
Excerpt
Intergenerational Pain
I learned silence from my father;
this is the only way he was ever allowed to grieve
I inherited my mother’s rage;
this is the only way she was ever heard
Numb
There is no doubt about it:
It is easier to think of anything but the grief,
to drift in a constant state of numbness.
The cuts keep coming, but I no longer feel them.
I wear my scars like badges, battle-worn,
yet, truth be told,
I do not remember when they formed—or how.
The anesthesia will fade, eventually,
but healing means confronting the pain.
And who wants to walk down the street,
only to come face to face with their mistakes?
The eclipse
If I told you
about the darkness
inside me,
would you still look at me
like I am the Sun?
Chekhov’s Gun
In another lifetime,
I learn not to carry the hurt
like a loaded gun.
In another lifetime,
you are bulletproof.
I learned silence from my father;
this is the only way he was ever allowed to grieve
I inherited my mother’s rage;
this is the only way she was ever heard
Numb
There is no doubt about it:
It is easier to think of anything but the grief,
to drift in a constant state of numbness.
The cuts keep coming, but I no longer feel them.
I wear my scars like badges, battle-worn,
yet, truth be told,
I do not remember when they formed—or how.
The anesthesia will fade, eventually,
but healing means confronting the pain.
And who wants to walk down the street,
only to come face to face with their mistakes?
The eclipse
If I told you
about the darkness
inside me,
would you still look at me
like I am the Sun?
Chekhov’s Gun
In another lifetime,
I learn not to carry the hurt
like a loaded gun.
In another lifetime,
you are bulletproof.
Product Details
- Publisher: Central Avenue Poetry (April 10, 2025)
- Length: 128 pages
- ISBN13: 9781771683999
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