Author Description

When you're Paula Green and the world contracts to tubes and veins, sound bites and zigzags of pain, when the effort to take the smallest sip of water is equivalent to walking up a mountain, when Venetian blinds dissect the horizon and all you love, then you open a room in your head and slowly write your way to comfort and delight. The poems that come offer glimpses into a life stripped bare by illness. When you return home, they make their way through the open window into the wider world, with its catastrophe and beauty. They deliver verve and stillness and heart. They daydream, they wonder, they travel.--Back cover.