Bloodletting a Butterfly

Bear witness to a world reshaped by trauma, disfigured by grief, and strangely illuminated by the grotesque poetry of survival. Told in raw, unflinching verse and framed by a chilling interview-style prologue, these poems don't seek resolution or redemption. Instead, they offer something rarer: truth without anesthesia. Hood's language is evocative and uncompromising, at times surreal, at times starkly literal, always purposeful. Whether imagining a ferryman ferrying infants into fog or cataloging the dismantling of his own senses, Hood never shies from the horror that shaped him-or from the beauty he still aches to protect. This is not a book for the faint of heart. It is for those brave enough to stand at the edge of unspeakable loss and listen. Because somewhere inside the carnage, there is still a heartbeat.