Through the Eyes of Asunder
- Publisher
- Kegedonce Press
- Initial publish date
- Jun 2022
- Category
- Indigenous, Family, Death
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Paperback / softback
- ISBN
- 9781928120322
- Publish Date
- Jun 2022
- List Price
- $17.95
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Description
Through the Eyes of Asunder is a poetic journey through the life of one once broken, in heart, spirit, and mind. It starts and it ends with hope, and takes the reader through despair, grief, sorrow and sadness, with moments of introspective happiness and love.
About the author
Neal Shannacappo is a Nakawe (Saulteaux) Poet and graphic novelist from Rolling River FN in Manitoba and he is Eagle Clan. He's currently living and working in the city of Ottawa on unceded Algonquin territory. He's a stay-at-home father and part-time Indigenous Resource Consultant. Through his work, Neal celebrates the vibrant Indigenous artistic community and hopes to inspire Indigenous children and youth to see their own creative dreams through to fruition. His stories appear in the Indigenous anthologies Sovereign Traces vol. 1 - Not (Just) (An)other and Vol. 2 - Relational Constellation. His book Mashkawide'e (Has a strong heart) was published by Senator Kim Pate. He is the illustrator of If I Go Missing written by Brianna Jonnie, which won the 2021 Indigenous Voices Award for Published Graphic Novel. The Krillian Key (Kegedonce Press, 2020) is the first graphic novel of his own creation. Through the Eyes of Asunder is his first book of poetry.
Excerpt: Through the Eyes of Asunder (by (author) Neal Shannacappo)
By the Opening EyeMy splintered heart wails across the nightOf its endless memories awash through the skyLingering inside the many tears runningDown all across, unheeded, unwashed, untouchedFrom the gulf inside my soul laying torn at my feetAnd sleep will not share her breath with me this eveI stumble across the edge of dreams for one brief sighing breathOnly to be contemptuously ripped back into wakefulnessBetween haunted echoesWhich screams out his nameEven as I reach out to hold him safelyBut it's just a dreamJust an echoAnd my hands are emptyMy arms cold and shivers hold me fastMy eyes are flooded and I cannot seeBeyond his broken, twisted bodyAs he clings weakly to a tenuous lifeA million miles away my brother liesShrouded inside a nightmare of sleepOne horrid dream made all the worseBy the opening eye
