Dead People On Holiday

The living, it has been said, are dead people on holiday. This book is a ten-year testimony to one mans living death, concluding in acceptance and at least the chance of a return to hope, love and a new life. The poetry here pulls apart the inner sadness of encroaching age and irredeemable failure, with a candour which for most of us has to be kept stifled, silent, perhaps barely even thought.
But this is a book which surmounts despair; and for the narrator here as much as for anyone else: if these are the ashes of a failed life, they are the ashes from which a phoenix can rise. And yes, someday it will.
Stephen Jacksons fusion of his own poetry with digital imagery has been acclaimed as hauntingly beautiful...tight, life-affirming. His account has been called fascinating and amazing: with a texture of writing comparable to John Donnes.