Third Person Singular

Exploring the necessity of language, this group of poems unfolds the vague world that exists full of shadows and wisps of ideas, unable to take solid form. What is in a pronoun? What is in a verb tense? How do these building blocks of language construct an identity? If a person is born blind, how do they understand these pieces of language that are so often taken for granted? The author’s elusive sequence hints at the answers to these questions while raising others in their wake.