Vincent Spada’s collection of poetry, One Under the Sun, examines the role human beings play on Earth.  Spada’s poetry touches on person examination, relationships, interpersonal interactions, and the human relationship with the World.  Spada excels as mixing introspection and personal responsibility for the fate of humankind in One Under the Sun.  The poems leave the reader feeling the dirt under your feet, the wind on your face, the ash from fire’s destruction and the drowning of love in water.  The reader will hear the screech of animals losing their lives and their homes as well as the cries of lovers torn away from one another.  Spada immerses the reader in the darkness of travelling through one’s own thoughts and the light of coming out a better person able to accept one’s imperfections.  With a mix of long poems and short poems as well as serious and lighthearted poems, Spada keeps the reader entertained and engaged while putting forth the message that people need to be more engaged with themselves, with other human beings, and with the Earth because, after all, we are all One Under the Sun.  T.L. Cooper

One Under the Sun by Vincent Spada is one of the most heartfelt and engaging collection of poetry book I’ve read.  His feelings and emotions are actually carefully etched and engraved on his every word.  His poems are like soft melody under the soft sound of the raindrops pouring on the rooftop.  It’s like you can actually feel his happiness, his anger, his desire and even his loneliness through his poems. Lanie Shanzyra Rebancos

Vincent Spada’s remarkable book of poetry One under the Sun allows you to escape to another state while he hits on the complexity of adolescents to maturity, using at times old language that is deep and touching. He is a sensitive poet with much compassion for his fellow man. A visionary and yet a realist who draws from life’s stark moments as he stands like a witness at the edge touching on topics usually unseen, or what others want to quickly dismiss. He can follow a simple emotion to bare the recognition of himself interacting in the play of life. Be it the fantasy of a thrill or the visions of war, morbid coffins, tragedy or to love and know the stars above, he manages to shed light on the extraordinary to eventually embrace what one thinks they fear in a playful, whimsical manner. His semi dark stance, which he projects, is just to make a point to make you reflect and question what your own picture of reality and existence is. A wonderful poet for the book shelf.  Jacqueline Howett