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A poem a day will make your heart sing. Another one makes you almost cry. By the next, you're chuckling when reading Freddy Niagara Fonseca's second book, The Bomb That Blew Up God. Impossible to categorize, and divided in seven distinct chapters, it presents fascinating poems in novel, multiple styles, moods and subject matter.

This adventurous poetry collection full of wit was first published in 2020. Hailing from South America, the poet pours his heart out into richly entertaining poems, charming even poetry haters.

BookLife by Publishers Weekly wrote: "The poems capture pivotal moments in relationships and point to the thread that connects humankind and the divine."

ON A MEDIEVAL PAINTING OF THE FALL OF MAN
The Angel turned them out of Paradise,
And God withdrew within.
A glorious Realm receded from their Eyes.
They shrank from loving Him.

The World is like a Darker Sphere until
We meet His Love within.
An Angel full of Grace is waiting still
To lead us back to Him.

LONG-LOST BOOKS
on shelves of
friends,
long-forgotten.

THE ADDRESSEE
The day I become able to address this old, old
hurt, it will be like dispatching and promptly
receiving a letter back destined to arrive at a
better place inside my self where its contents
must have been known long before the old, old
shame was revealed, and there's only one line:
Dear friend, it's all gone now, and for good!

FLYING TO MIAMI
America is under me.
We have been flying high.
The clouds nearby extend
like snowy down across a lovely blue.
The years I do not like to count
are slowly passing by.
etc., etc.

BLACK HOLE
I used to go through life quite flat-footed. Back
then, the sidewalk would stick to my heels,
but I've evolved quite a bit, touching the stars
way up here. Far below there's Earth, still kicking.
My body? It's being nebulous and probably
stretching all over the Milky Way right now . . .

My heart is somewhere at the center, and it's
awfully wide. In fact, there's a huge gap in my
chest and I'm breathing the universe in and out
night and day. A black hole is all that I really am.
I've dropped all contact with matter for sure,
and hey, I'm enjoying my space here immensely!