while I wait to be a god again

In his second collection, Don Martin creates an evocative collection of poetry that toes the line between what it means to be human and what it means to be divine. It is an expression of bemused disillusionment after growing up to find that adulthood is filled with people that are as equally lost as you. Yet, somehow, finding humor in the pain and ennui of that discovery. This follow-up collection to Martin's debut, The Playground, is for those that enjoy the magical realism of Neil Gaiman's American Gods or poetic voices such as Hal Sirowitz, Beau Sia, or Mary Karr.