About This Book
Be afraid, be very afraid, for within this collection - comprised of a novel, short fiction, poetry, and a few pieces of art - you will find real monsters. These monsters are all human, or were human, or want to be human, but, most importantly, they want to possess us. These are the monsters, would-be monsters, and the monsters-in-training that we want desperately to be rid of, but which, despite our best efforts, fester and grow within us all. Wright's ghosts are fallible, angry, confused, alone, in love, and upset: in other words, they're human, but without all that "unpleasant physicality." In Bone Soup you will also find a poet's-eye view of the world - at least the confusing, annoying, unpredictable, and often fascinating world in which the author exists. And so, dear reader, go into T.M. Wright's "alien heart," accept his "good embrace." But beware of monsters, both here, in this collection, and within yourself.
