There are poetry collections that read like an anthology, and others that unfold like a journey. This one belongs to the latter category. From the very first pages, one senses a voice that does not simply seek to express, but to question: love, time, memory, the world and its contradictions. It is a voice that shifts tone without losing its identity, capable of moving from the delicacy of a memory to the harshness of a clear-eyed view of reality.
The collection shifts from poems that open up intimate, almost suspended spaces where emotion intertwines with absence and nostalgia becomes a living substance, to poems that invite a disenchanted, yet necessary reflection about the world.
The choice of words is not random, but serves to evoke specific images, sensations or moods, creating a network of internal connections between the poems in the collection. The tone evolves, accompanying an emotional and, at times, narrative journey that guides the reader through the various nuances of the human experience. This collection offers no definitive answers. Rather, it invites us to linger over the questions, to recognise the complexity of feelings and of the world. It is a book that asks the reader to participate, to remember, to look more closely.
And perhaps, in the end, what remains is not a single poem, but a sensation: that of having experienced something true.
Journalist and media advisor, Teresa Mullan, writes poetry for self-pleasure and finds the indulgence quite whimsical and satisfying. She spends her time caring for her grandchildren and her dog, hanging out with friends and family.



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