“You are rare.
I mean, there’s something inside you that can’t be found elsewhere.
Avoid anyone who treats you like you’re ordinary.
Avoid anyone incapable of seeing what you’ve always seen in yourself.”– r.h. Sin
r. h. Sin’s Whiskey Words & a Shovel II is a pocket-sized instruction manual on self-love. Encouraging ideas connoting feminism, this second instalment of poetry of his does very well to remind one of the necessity of never settling, in life, love, work & when finding one’s passions.
What I love most about reading r. h. Sin’s poetry is the way in which he says what the reader finds difficult to think, let alone verbalise. Sin hints at the possibility to love profoundly once more, despite it looking as though once is enough, as many a lesson can be learned from first times that can be applied to second- or better yet, third- tries. Very uplifting indeed as he reminds the reader of the reality behind being able to overcome just.
In my twenty-something years of reading poetry, I’ve read associations between hurt people & not being ready to love again or having committed grave &/or irreversible errors. Sin, however, paints such individuals with an alternative brush, illustrating the fact that hurt people house the best kind of love & it is their bravery to love ardently that lands them into the hands of hardship sometimes.
Sin is that ideal companion who delivers the reminders that one requires regarding why one has to do what one has to do, whether that be
In short, Whiskey Words & a Shovel II did what its predecessor had so effortlessly achieved : move me in a most ‘never going back’ manner. It’s his ability to speak my very heart & soul’s language that drives myself to digest his words in a sitting & feel like several more volumes could be read in rapid succession.