Poetry is pain, identifiable, raw and unpolished. Vertical Blinds is like a heart sliced into four chambers: anger, jealousy, resignation, and hope. Each section is a tomb, a dedication to stages of life that are in a constant card game, shuffling for position. These poems are a calling to those that feel the darkness coming, and don’t have the words to expose it. The cult of beauty is outdated, and these words—gritty, exposing, sometimes brutal—are a window into a trapped mind, reaching out to those who feel the same. They are not alone.