This is not a book. This is a work in the making for quite some time (a little over 25 years). It is the nature of such work to extend itself directly into its maker. Indeed, from the moment Scott saw the remains of his brother, John, he could not get him out of memory. As Scott packed away John’s worldly remains, each object became a trigger setting off images, sounds, and smells that guide and open a way for Scott to move forward. And so, this work came slowly, painfully to surface. Throughout, John’s presence never ceases to disturb, distress, and enlarge Scott’s own life. And Scott Abbott being a writer, what could he do with all this? He writes. And finally, he builds a place for John to come home to. This is not a book.
—-Alex Caldiero, author of Some Love, sonosuono, Poetry is Wanted Here, and other books of poetry