Lucky Me

      Fred Simpson

Lucky Me

Because these poems are off-centre, they vibrate. When you listen to them, your spine begins to tingle. They are divided into units of seven: a most mystical number. Furthermore, there are seven such units. Forty-nine, or seven squared, is the time a dead person's soul takes to find its new home. This book is that journey. The poems take you to where being and not-being happen simultaneously. The effect could be life-changing.

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