Richard L LeebrickBeen writing since I was a kid.Lots of stories... a few plays-some produced-one turned into a film... (*) ...and lots of stray fragments stored away in psycho Siberia where my muse eventually drowned and disappeared sometime at the end of the last milennium...In 2004 a miracle happened... I got sober... and, rather than becoming an instantly more prolific writer-I rediscovered my love of ice-cream instead. By 2007, however, the muse had gurgled up enough to whisper that she would take me back if I promised to be faithful... And each year since-except 2017 when I fostered my grand-kids-I wrote nightly.... It became a fun little custom for me to name the "book of each year"... and so-"Recusitating the Muse" "Near Midnight Prayers" "A room of sounds unsleeping" etc... These poems are boiled down from the past decade and a half of my scribblings and literary leavings trapped in the book of years...In 2015 I self-published a big overgrown poem-a "kid's story for adults" called "A Journey to PeggySioux".... It was a fine experiment and a great experience... And a highly grandiose and expensive endeavor on my part-with the soundscape and illustrations... Sheesh! In collecting the pieces for this volume I vaguely aimed to create a book that would explain to my daughter why my head was so busy... but she died in March of this year... And now, I move forward-- to keep my head busy and my heart intact-- by dedicating this work her. Read More Read Less