Cursed to breathe within the existential realms of sacred beauty and of sacred death I am a sad forsaken inmate of the night I exist in broken form and crawl among the refuse of the city in her tomb of joyous plague and I shall fall into this nest of darkness with concrete as the haven of my salvage but I am as unyielding to the wisdom of her torment as I am faithful to the spirit of my quest to hold The Bleeding Angels

When the Secret Hour of Pleasure Nears is a collection of poetry by T.S. Simmons. The stunning photography of Cameron MacMaster adds a unique visual dimension to the rawness of the text. The themes of love, death, sex and the isolation of insanity, resonate throughout this unique volume. It is within your hands. Can you feel it? You hear the city scream within your eardrums somewhere beyond the fragile exterior. You wish you couldnt hear it at all. Drunken nighthawk. Sitting a...