“(This Isn’t) A Love Poem”

Loneliness: a painful, poisonous friend that feeds our endless spirals, inner holes and gaps that us poets need in order to mend what poetry defines as a trap. Painfully waiting for those burning, prickling sensations, but these days I’ve felt too loved, too well-cared, that I’ve lost the ability to make reasonable literary decisions, leavingContinue reading ““(This Isn’t) A Love Poem””