Purple

for the ones whose wings have been clippedfor the ones still folded tightly into their cocoonsfor the ones with an ache in their chestfor the ones with insatiable hunger ravaging their insidesfor the ones whose ethereal tendrils venture forth into the unknownfor the ones who cannotEnter, traveler.Numa Hirtz's evocative debut collection of poetry, Purple, weaves meaning at the intersection of the tangible and the intangible, the known and the mysterious.