'Vagabondage is a book of poems tracking a year in the life of a single woman who sells her house when she turns 50 to live in a camper van. Vagabondage is poignant and funny, circling around the idea of home, and belonging (or not), and picking up the storage of traces of connection and memory. Vagabondage will place the reader in that in-between time of youth and old age, straddling the fine line between loneliness and solitude, regret and joy.' (Publication summary)
But couldn't everyone's life become a work of art?
Why should the lamp or the house be an art object,
but not your life?
Language has created the word 'loneliness'
to express the pain of being alone.
And it has created the word 'solitude' to express the glory of being alone.