Some arrived as whispers, some as storms.
Some poems arrive like rain. Some like a question you've been carrying for years.
The Shape of All My Yesterdays is a collection about the space between who we perform and who we are—the stranger in the mirror, the storm and the quiet that follows it, the people who arrive "like trains you weren't meant to board."
In sixty-five poems, Aanya Anand writes grief that "learns to walk without making so much noise," longing that aches and lingers, and a stubborn tenderness for the idea that people are "hidden verses—poems they don't realize they are."
Some are tender, some restless. Some arrived as whispers, some as storms. All of them are honest.
Written and illustrated by Aanya Anand, with an original cover and five interior artworks by the author.
A debut collection for anyone who has ever felt too much and said too little.
