With “The Last Time We Saw Strangers”, published by Clare Songbirds Publishing House, poet Christopher Hopkins has crafted a chapbook of great, sweeping imagery that blends with lyricism and poignancy. Each and every poem expresses definite thoughtfulness and sensitivity to the world around us and the flashes of the inner storm we carry within us.
This poetry is cerebral and precise, lines comprised of words that you, as a reader, know were carefully placed.
This is a small chapbook of 24 poems, but I’m not sure if it’s necessarily meant to be read quickly. Each piece requires a pause, some time to chew on it and let it carry your thoughts to different horizons.
Hopkins is a master craftsman of the written word, and I would recommend his poetry to anyone with an appreciation for thoughtful literature.