'A collection of poetry by James Hickey, a poet, thinker and do-er, although not necessarily in that order. He dresses like a stylish cowboy and carries a cane. He is honest most of the time, usually late for work and early for parties. He writes while drinking coffee and reflecting on the last nights and tomorrows. He does not always listen to what others say but feels it anyway. His poetry is dark and beautiful, like a city skyline, like Shiraz in its oaken home.' (Publication Summary)
