Nocturnal
By Wilder Poetry
The poems of Nocturnal—newly revised and expanded—are constellations to guide those on a journey of healing and self-discovery, no matter how dark the night.
From @wilderpoetry comes a heavily expanded revised edition of Nocturnal, a collection of poetry and beautifully illustrated black-and-white imagery inspired by darkened days and sleepless nights.
Poetry meets presentation in each of the four sections ("Dusk," "Northern Lights," "Howl," "Lucid Dreams,"), which trace the author's continuing journey of self-discovery while illuminating a path for others along the way. Ink stains, landscapes, dreamlike animals, blackened pages, and textured spreads create a multifaceted reading experience. And true to the moniker, these poems are linked by a motif of "the wild."
Celebrating the art of self-love poetry with both word and image, Nocturnal will leave readers comforted, curious, and inspired to explore the world around them.
Poetry meets presentation in each of the four sections ("Dusk," "Northern Lights," "Howl," "Lucid Dreams,"), which trace the author's continuing journey of self-discovery while illuminating a path for others along the way. Ink stains, landscapes, dreamlike animals, blackened pages, and textured spreads create a multifaceted reading experience. And true to the moniker, these poems are linked by a motif of "the wild."
Celebrating the art of self-love poetry with both word and image, Nocturnal will leave readers comforted, curious, and inspired to explore the world around them.
Details & Purchase
Paperback
- Price: $14.99
- Dimensions: 5 x 8
- ISBN: 9781524850968
- Publish Date: 5/7/2019
- Pages: 176
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About the Author
I am an open window. Tangled sheets at 1AM.
I count stars instead of sheep and dream with my eyes wide open. It's how I know that I'll always remember them.
My creative journey began as a child when I used to paint the sky on the back of my hands so the folded paper cranes on the bedroom floor had a reason to come to life. I was born a dreamer and many years later, I still am.
Curiosity has never failed me and neither have the words that escape my hands.
These words...they are not just for me.
They are for you.
They are for all of us.
If you are home, then I am, too.
I count stars instead of sheep and dream with my eyes wide open. It's how I know that I'll always remember them.
My creative journey began as a child when I used to paint the sky on the back of my hands so the folded paper cranes on the bedroom floor had a reason to come to life. I was born a dreamer and many years later, I still am.
Curiosity has never failed me and neither have the words that escape my hands.
These words...they are not just for me.
They are for you.
They are for all of us.
If you are home, then I am, too.
