hello, this is a collection of poems. a portal into this , an artifact that’s found you floating in this dream, a lucky charm if you want it to be, an object for dissolving notions of objectivity, a proof of the fact that poetry is, and a poem about the proof. enjoy, digest, feel, notice the reader is really an alchemist turning mere words inside themselves to reveal reality and her radiance. underline, highlight, scribble little notes, be silly, whatever Xoxo, Gibby S oft and Rolling through the Cosmos feels like a little handheld portal. These poems don’t just “say” things, they undo the part of you that’s clenching for certainty. She keeps handing the reader permission: to soften, to know nothing, to let the moment drive, to fall backwards into what’s already here. The voice is ancient, intimate and wild all at the same time. The offering is playful and erotic, while devastatingly simple. You finish a page and notice your body is quieter, your mind less authoritative, and the world more innocent. -Angelo DiLullo MD, Author of Awake: It's Your Turn