Under the Lemon Tree

Under the Lemon Tree is the deconstruction of all the things you scream and cry when you learn to love. Free falling into addiction of affection; to hurt over and over again and do so for so long you look back and reflect on all the hurt and desperate attempts for affection that have fed you lessons to learn from. Under the Lemon Tree is hurtful because it has to be, because if love is anything it’s the hurt we share with one another. This collection of poetry is the guide through the gentle games of control and care we play with one another. The author’s personal memoir of holding hands with people he either shouldn’t have, or couldn’t have for as long as he had wanted to. Love is fickle and fragile. Under the Lemon Tree examines love from a perspective of “that was then, I feel it now”; where the heartstrings of your past have already snapped. Our hearts break sometimes, sometimes so badly the healing touch of love suddenly pulverizes it. Love is painful, but Under the Lemon Tree teaches us to care for what’s left of us. I wrote some of these when I was 13, I wrote some of these recently, I hope you join me, Under the Lemon Tree.