The Perforated Mind of a Poet is not a clean road through healing.

It is a descent into the rooms of a mind torn open by grief, love, spiritual conflict, self-destruction, and the ache of survival.

In this raw debut collection, P.S. Walker writes through the dead, the void, the whiskey, the light, and the wound. These poems move between memory and madness, faith and doubt, intimacy and emptiness, darkness and the fragile will to keep speaking.

Some pieces feel like prayers.

Some feel like confessions.

Some feel like voices bleeding through from somewhere unknown.

This is poetry for readers who understand that survival does not always look beautiful. Sometimes it looks fractured. Sometimes it looks haunted. Sometimes it looks like opening the wound just to find out what is still alive inside it.

Enter carefully.