British poet Michael Rollins and artist-poet Preeti Rana from India

stand at two different points on an existential lifeline, with not much in common.

This may be the reason for their contrasting perspectives.

Michael's sharp style and dark descriptions contrast Preeti's response that seems a little further ahead of the immediate.

Could this anthology be about choices to make between the dark and light of the same moon, sky, and life’s circumstances?

Or does Bones and Feathers give a better understanding of the fact that everything is at best, an excerpt?