"For my wife. For the poetry in her eyes."
With this dedication to Selective Vision, the reader knows something special awaits. And as the introduction warns us, the work was written in Puerto Rico during the dark years between two hurricanes and a pandemic; the poet hopes the verses emit a little light. And they do, which in my mind is the purpose of poetry: it makes us read, ponder, and do so again and again: creating and enjoying the...