‘In the style of styles of Ted Hughes, Sylvia Plath, Charles Bukowski and Rupi Kaur, John Bowie's third poetry collection is a celebration of love, life and inescapable death.’ Soulful poetry to smile at life's struggles with. INTRODUCTION Life’s no more black and white than we are one thing or the other. The boxes we’re put in by our upbringing, schooling and society aren’t us. Despite what we’re told we should feel and be. We can often get so sad we smile, and so happy we cry purely at the absurdity of our existence altogether. We are complex beings with a broad spectrum of beautifully contradictory and surreal thoughts and echoes. Here are some poetic glimpses of some of Bowie's, those witnessed, and just maybe some of yours too. . . . ‘Fleeting breath, evanescence, demise. A celebration of love, life and inescapable death filled with uneasy wins and joyful defeats. Life’s long battle seems short, only when there’s someone to fight for other than ourselves. Arm in arm we bleed and dance through storms, smile at pain and rejoice in our temporal forms.’