Bric-a-Brack, not so dissimilar to the formerBric-a-Brac.My own version brought aboutafter my time spentin Brackendale psych ward in 2015.Tribulations like thesehave laid the foundationsof this book.My spine has long carried the beliefthat I am housed by fragmentsof little to no value, the sum of my parts inessential, like a table dressing up the bric-a-bracin last attemptsbefore waste-claimed.I am still scribing poetrythat desires to be more than a bruise, a landmark of my experiencesexalted to the grandeur of healing.I pray this journey that you take with mewill relight purpose, so that you may meet comfortablyin the processof your crawl spaces gracing light, a refraction birthed by newfound faith.