Somewhere between fairy tales and foreign lands, they've promised you a love poem. Originally gifted as a wedding gift for her husband, I Promised You a Love Poem was written over ten years on backs of bar napkins, passport entry cards, and coffee receipts. Setting home as both a tangible and spiritual locale, this collection explores the romantic havens we claim as Eden, the barren corners we view as exile, and the realities that bridge the divide. "Innocence is an infectious paradise," writes Strube, the garden from which we stem and inexplicably long to return. Home: our constant search and effervescent companion. We travel far to find ourselves and sing our urgent hallelujahs.
