With the COVID-19 Lockdown as a fitting metaphorical backdrop, the writer of Tears of the Drum, completes his newest collection of poems. They remember things lost, revisiting places of physical and spiritual connections, elevations, elations, and streams of emotion. From a time of youthful idealism, they flow through seasons and landscapes to a delta of maturity and realism, decades later. From the rewind to the closing elegies, in She Spawned, Izzaak traces the pain of death, power of memory, innocence, exile, and the alternating light and shadows it casts on the framed human canvas. Sometimes invoking biblical dimensions, it's a pilgrimage from carefree to slavery to a tentative emancipation: Ink your bloodline through our country From its source to the rivers & your tributary Ink you free Before I ink you in slavery. From, The Ink of My Feelings
