About the book

Thin Windows is a journey through worlds where the boundaries between fate and free will, life and afterlife, and hope and despair become unsettlingly thin. Each poem in this collection stands as its own short story, painting characters who balance on the brink of transformation—whether they’re shape-shifters hunted through mist-shrouded forests, lost lovers plagued by memories of what might have been, or weary survivors confronting horrors both supernatural and all-too human.

From the opening verses of The Red Wood, you’re immersed in a harrowing woodland battleground where hunters pursue more than mere animals, and a curse binds a somber woodsman to an ancient, soul-draining magic. Evermourn moves you to an eerie shoreline steeped in tidal legends, where a town’s love and loyalty collapse under the weight of unspeakable tragedy. In the plaintive echoes of Snow, intimacy and longing collide with the fragile realities of family and the transience of devotion, while The Lost and The Light conjures smoky apparitions and soul-hungry lanterns that roam New London’s labyrinthine underbelly, daring investigators to confront truths they can barely believe.

Across these poems and more, the motifs of war, regret, and resilience flow like an undercurrent, guiding you into moments both quietly heartbreaking and powerfully mythic. Fawn-like dancers morph under the light of dawn, lovers watch life slip away in the shadows of guilt, and ghosts linger in the spaces where logic fails. Each narrative is rich in atmosphere: there’s the tang of iron on the wind, the hush of morning dew, and the silent chorus of souls not yet at rest.

This collection embraces the tension between fleeting human experience and the timeless pull of magic and myth. In Thin Windows, Lockett creates lyrical doorways—at times haunting, at times tender—through which you glimpse other realms, other heartbreaks, and other redemptions. You are invited to step beyond the ordinary thresholds of reality and peer into these half-lit, half-dreamt worlds, if only for a moment, before the windows close once more.