Pamela Sinicrope

Our Chains, Our Dreams Pamela Sinicrope

"I returned to the house of my early years." sings the first line of Alexandro Acevedo Johns 's poem. It is the very beginning of a tale told by the many poetic voices of this collection: a multifaceted story that unfolds through c. fifty poems. Along its paths, different places and characters, but all of them speak of us: if we look carefully, we can recognize ourselves in those distorted images reflected in a series of animate multiform mirrors.. But is Alexandro's incipit the real beginning of this story? As Souren Mondal says, "Often we begin from where we / thought we would end"... And maybe, with Kenneth Gurney, we could add, "I wondered if the same is true for you." From a different mirror, Richard Deodati puts a question: "And the message in the bottle found floating out at sea?"A message entrusted to the ocean currents... an appeal from a remote past..? Maybe a recording entrusted to the www currents, randomly running.. What does that bottle hide?"Flower dust chased to the corners," Steven Vogel says; or even "The sound of laughter of the passers-by", hints Al Ahmadi."Nevertheless, /" as Farshad Fereshteh Hekmat offers, "a single drop of love / would be enough to save the world." And ourselves. Yet, this is not just a sophisticated game of mirrors. This is real Life: from our past to our next future.. Enjoy the reading.