It started as a phase, this poetry nonsense. I was infatuated with feelings, as if words could encapsulate them, I’d allow the poetry to spill across my lap under waterfalls of lamplight colored walls. I have long misplaced and forgotten the compass’ that led me to this particular puddle of stars, but for its service I am indebted.

Because THIS book

Is rapturous beauty, an intimate warmth, and so sure of itself. Indeed, I urge you to drink its words and feed your thought’s elation. 

Shinji Moon’s The Anatomy of Being is a collection of poetry rich in elegance and clever in speech. She is a kindred spirit to the elusive introvert inside us all. And I offer this glimpse to you, a piece of consciousness to pocket forever, to play your heart a million different ways to Sunday.