"For the words stuck in my throat, in between my head and my heart."
Perhaps there is no feeling more resonant than that of being “In Between.”
It is a powerful and yet vulnerable state of existence. We call it by many names because we know it so well. It’s the ambiguity in daily routine and the vastness of almosts, and maybes.
This collection of poems is a lookbook into a life on pause. Some anecdotal, others otherworldly. Sheryl takes intimate memoirs from travels around the world and inside her thoughts, stringing a poignant melody from the boheme cadence of her life. She writes about the loneliness of waiting for sun to set on an island, against the excitement of its rising over a pyramid in Cairo; the hopeful longing of a child to be carried versus the desperate comfort offered by a boozy night.
There are verses on heartbreak, and stanzas on dreams — a literary toast to a pandemic generation that is aching for the past and wanting an escape to the future.
Here’s to being able to say- “One day, someday.”