the Sky Was Empty, But Still Thunder Rolled

"My time to grieve was stolen from me. Everything was stolen from me. Lyne's work attempts the impossible task of pinpointing hell in daily existence, that hell slipping out of every crack of the past or the future, blurring the present into a wonderfully disturbing melancholic reverie on love, friendship, and heroin." - Tom Bland, author of Camp Fear and The Death of a ClownPoetry collection from the author of the novel In Dreams We Sleep.