by Solee Macisaac (Author)

These three-line poems are intended to do several things: evoke a simple state; paint a picture; distill an understanding; convey briefly at least as much as an entire volume can. Although it is not possible for words to convey the lofty aim of this title, nonetheless these short poems humbly attempt the impossible. As a note: The "You" referred to in these poems is meant to be a direction to myself.