Broken Pieces

If poetry can carry us through the difficult waters of our emotions, then this collection is your bad-weather friend. "I did lots of things last night my body wasn''t happy with" - haven''t we all been there? Or the opening lines of the title poem, "sleeping in broken pieces, the rusted wreckage of an unmade night" – doesn''t that sound familiar? Jim Freeman felt compelled to jot down the feeling ...