This 204-page collection is a tender offering of poetry, memory, and becoming.
Written across a decade of devotion and undoing, Heart traces the soft ache of love and the quiet return to self.
“It begins and ends the same, Empty pages in a book- A story of us yet to be told…”
Heart is the debut poetry collection by Marsha Krcmar, unfolding in three parts: portrait of girl, heart, and love lost.
Written over ten years, beginning as private journal entries, the collection follows a path of longing, recognition, and return—tracing the moments that shape us through love and its unraveling.
From dreamlike encounters to quiet, intimate scenes, sitting cross-legged on a bed, finding fragments of someone in everyone, making wishes into the unseen, these poems hold the perfectly imperfect moments that linger.
With honesty and romantic clarity, Heart moves through both the highest tenderness and deepest ache, guiding the reader back toward themselves.
Each copy is printed in small batches in Montreal, lovingly wrapped, and shipped from my hands to yours.
This 204-page collection is a tender offering of poetry, memory, and becoming.
Written across a decade of devotion and undoing, Heart traces the soft ache of love and the quiet return to self.
“It begins and ends the same, Empty pages in a book- A story of us yet to be told…”
Heart is the debut poetry collection by Marsha Krcmar, unfolding in three parts: portrait of girl, heart, and love lost.
Written over ten years, beginning as private journal entries, the collection follows a path of longing, recognition, and return—tracing the moments that shape us through love and its unraveling.
From dreamlike encounters to quiet, intimate scenes, sitting cross-legged on a bed, finding fragments of someone in everyone, making wishes into the unseen, these poems hold the perfectly imperfect moments that linger.
With honesty and romantic clarity, Heart moves through both the highest tenderness and deepest ache, guiding the reader back toward themselves.
Each copy is printed in small batches in Montreal, lovingly wrapped, and shipped from my hands to yours.
