Myriad is me. And you. And that stranger who smiled at you on the train. And that barista who drew a smile on your coffee cup. And the grumpy old man walking his dog. And that scared kid about to come out of the closet. And the woman who never believed she would make it this far. Myriad is all of us. Countless. Unlimited. Infinite. “Shivani Manohar turns the English language into an art-form, with a mix of gorgeous wonder and heartbreaking rawness in each poem.” - Skyler Saunders, poet & artist “Manohar’s sparkling debut cements her as a writer to watch in modern poetry.” - Lauren Poole, author of The Language of Ghosts "Shivani's debut poetry collection bears its name well: the poems feel like a myriad of moments and metaphors, all tied together by an invisible string that is our curiosity to read more" - Diane Lato, author of Late Flowers Die Last and Winter/Fragments/D'hiver