Starving Swallows carries the spirit of a man locked in a mental hospital, not knowing when or if he will ever leave. It is blue, red and orange. It is pain and victory, humor and disdain. No tragedy. It was written usually at night on top of plastic garbage cans with only the dim corridor light seeing it through. It touches on twenty years of psychotropic medication and the highs and lows of its intake. But fool yourself not, Starving Swallows is a book dedicated to the one emotion that matters more than life itself: love. It eats breakfast with it, swallows lunch and harmonizes dinner. Starving Swallows is dedicated to love, old or new, borrowed or blue, and the mysterious miracle it is.
