ASH GROVE
is a fractured hymn to the obscure corners of the periphery-where language splinters, turns, and reforms. William LaPage's poems navigate the recursive digressions of thought, half-dreams, and silences that pulse with their own strange frequency. Lost in what feels familiar, the ordinary becomes uncanny: streetlights blur into ghostly memory, conversations repeat like mantras, and time folds in on itself, delicate and cutting. Whether unraveling the architecture of longing or mapping the shape of absence, ASH GROVE is a journey through subliminal terrain. But in the recursion and disjunction, a strange kind of light breaks through.