A homeless body on Toronto’s streets lives in mythic ruminations, passes through death, and resurrects fully here, now – there being nowhere else to BE. Hughes’ writing is poetically rich, literary, replete with allusion, and mysteriously elusive. The title Faces refers to false faces, our terrifying mask which we deny, and yet which when acknowledged, unexpectedly heals and makes us whole. Faces submerges us into an epic Jungian journey in an everyday world transformed unrecognizably by artistic appreciation. (www.bodywisdom.press)