SACRED BLADES

About the Book

"The one doomed man of my youth "
The world enlarged from a shell
Is stripped and standing bare,
A grinding dancer on a stage
Violent with despair
And sweet to look upon.
A poet of my acquaintance passes to mind as an exemplar of such despair. The one doomed man of my youth, I remember him speaking with an unearthly quaver in his voice, slouched in some easy chair, as if violence and vision had been compounded into one pale apparition. There were times when the veil was drawn so lightly over his eyes that all creation seemed but an interruption of some more perfect dream. When serious,-and cajoled out of his bad habit of entertaining those who would be merely satisfied with hollow jests or minuets of jibe,-he would reconstruct life as a series of holy moments, with a casual acquaintance or sacred girl assigned some certain sainthood, and villainy consigned to those thin absences that accrue minute by minute and stain and weaken us as surely as drops of blood drained from the heart and that comprise most human traffic.
-Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]

About the Author

Daniel B. Dermond lives in Brick, NJ with his beloved wife Marysa, and their two boys Troy and Joseph.