Extraordinary, haunting, contemplative poetry! I want to read them again and again, each time falling deeper into meaning and the ache that gave birth to them.
I had to read your poems a number of times over several days, each time feeling myself sink deeper into the evocative, mournful images of living with de-speration. "how to love myself in places I haven’t been touched." is the question that stays with me.
Your poetry is creating breathing room, simply stunning.
Extraordinary, haunting, contemplative poetry! I want to read them again and again, each time falling deeper into meaning and the ache that gave birth to them.
“Desire is not the heart of a flower.
It's the worm-gnawed leaves around it.
Look how my tongue wraps these thorns.”
I had to read your poems a number of times over several days, each time feeling myself sink deeper into the evocative, mournful images of living with de-speration. "how to love myself in places I haven’t been touched." is the question that stays with me.
Your poetry is creating breathing room, simply stunning.
Gorgeous work, as always ❤️
Hauntingly beautiful 💜