the warm and fuzzies feel like guilt when the globe is warming up
A belated hug. I think your poetry helped.
I hope it did.
dis truction. love breaking words into sylls and prying on them. i call it a james joyce hangover. poem is nicely done. my few poems on substack are filled with questions about hunger for meaning and the horror it takes on. alas.
A belated hug. I think your poetry helped.
I hope it did.
dis truction. love breaking words into sylls and prying on them. i call it a james joyce hangover. poem is nicely done. my few poems on substack are filled with questions about hunger for meaning and the horror it takes on. alas.