Sliced Summer

Love arrives on tiptoe and in a storm. In these poems, streets kink north like homesick rivers, apples turn into "summer coins," chalk hearts bloom in stairwells, and a dog named Gina opens doors the grown-ups can't. We move through kitchens, platforms, harbor walls, Friday bars, and borrowed rooms—where tenderness keeps finding practical disguises: a towel, a night train, a paper bag with a ring inside.

Kyra and Lille learn the grammar of shelter under an oak table; Maria is saved by a time-seer's impossible reach; on Leningrad Street a single window can tilt a life; in the quiet after a wedding the sky weeps itself dirty; and somewhere a ship called Nora hums a diesel lullaby while "Matjes" becomes more than a name. The tone is lucid, sometimes wry, always humane—alert to the small miracles of ordinary days and the fault lines running beneath them.

These are city prayers and seaside stories, odes to waiting and to courage, to the sweetness that survives the bruise. If you've ever carried a secret like a coin in your pocket—or learned that heroes sometimes wear paws—this book will recognize you, and quietly ring its bell.